The Ming army chased after the ranks, and countless escaped Halie people were caught.

The Halie people who knelt on their way to surrender were ignored, and the war horses rushed over, and piles of rotten meat proved their past existence.

Wang Yan did not pursue him. He rode his horse to look at the fleeing enemy troops in the distance and said to Chen Deng who was rushing to come: "Clearn it immediately and silence it all. Then collect what we can use and leave immediately!"

There were many war horses that had lost their masters neighing on the battlefield. Chen Deng asked, "Sir, where are those horses?"

Chen Deng shook his head and said, "We can't be too greedy, the team is too large and the goals are also big."

Chen Deng nodded and ordered the rescued prisoners to deal with the matter.

Zhao Xing walked in the pile of corpses with difficulty, listening to a cry of joy behind him, thanking the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

"Execute them!"

A prisoner of war stood behind an undead enemy with a long sword in his hand. He looked up at the remaining blood red in the sky and shouted: "The Ming Dynasty won thousands of victories!"

The long sword swung and the head fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!