Corpse everywhere!! Bloody land! And, a quiet battlefield!

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and then, as if awakening the still alive Woju people. Someone shouted, and Woju people seemed to retreat to the waves of the sea, turned their horses and fled wildly to the distance.

"Order the cavalry to go down the city and form a formation to pursue!"

"promise!"

"Ziyi, Dingyuan, you will lead the way and pursue it at will!"

"promise!"

Fang Zhiwen himself had no interest in pursuing, because he had killed too many people just now! The two times just now had at least tens of thousands of lives taken away. In the face of advanced war weapons, the tyranny of the nomadic people was simply a scumbag!

"Fengxiao, let the militia and the people clean the battlefield, and let them see what the outcome of the people who are right with the Han people!"

"promise!"
Chapter completed!