The battle lasted until noon the next day. Although the Confederate army resisted desperately, they could not escape the fate of being annihilated.
Among the 320,000 soldiers and horses that Yang Xun participated in, the casualties also reached 20%.
Although the battle loss ratio reached 1:3, such casualties were not acceptable to Zhao Yun and others. No one expected such a result.
It can only be said that both Yang Xun and the generals underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Southern Army.
Obviously, there is a reason why the southern army was able to sweep across the entire southern part of Daqian and defeat the imperial army steadily.
However, now that all the 200,000 elite soldiers of the Southern Army have been destroyed, the remaining 200,000 barbarian troops are nothing to worry about.
After the battle, in addition to Zhao Yun and Yan Liang leading their troops back to Qinzhou, Wen Chou and Pan Feng led the Qingzhou Army and Xiliang Iron Cavalry to set off again and rushed to the front line of Pucheng.
At the same time, outside Pucheng, the barbarian army camped.
Dong Yun was sitting on the commander's seat, looking at the topographic map of Qizhou. Wu Tu stood aside and served Dong Yun tea and water, very attentive.
Although Wutu is now the king of the barbarians, he knows very well that he, the barbarian king, was supported by King Pingnan, and King Pingnan can depose him at any time, so he does everything possible to please Dong Yun, the prince.
At this moment, the neighing of war horses was heard outside the handsome tent, and a scout covered in blood ran into the handsome tent. Suddenly his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
Dong Yun was shocked and quickly stepped forward to help the scout up: "What happened?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, he... was defeated, and all the brothers are gone..." The scout's body was cold and his voice was very weak.
boom!
The scout's words were like thunder, exploding in Dong Yun's mind.
Wutu on the side was stunned when he heard the news, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Dong Yun's back, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
"Tell me more specifically, what happened?" Dong Yun shook the scout's body.
"Xing Daorong... is... a traitor..." After the scout finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped moving.
"Fuck, I already know that Xing Daorong is not a good person!" Dong Yun cursed angrily, and quickly returned to the desk, looking at the map, thinking about something in his mind.
The ones his father brought out were all the elite of the Southern Army, totaling 200,000 people.
Even if they were betrayed by Xing Daorong, the other party would have to use at least 300,000 troops if they wanted to wipe out all these 200,000 elites.
Thinking of this, Dong Yun suddenly frowned.
Xuanjia's army was away, and Yang Xun was dealing with Kong Wu and the Ni people on Dongyu. Even the total garrison in Qinzhou was only 300,000. Could it be that the defenders in Pucheng came out?
If this is the case, then there must not be many people left in Pucheng now. Can I lead the barbarian army to attack Pucheng directly?
But soon, Dong Yun gave up this idea. Pucheng was a fortified city. If he couldn't take it in a short time, the hundreds of thousands of troops who ambushed his father would probably cut off his retreat. At that time, he would intervene. Wings cannot escape!
Besides, if his father is defeated, the barbarian army may not listen to him, and he has no soldiers, so he cannot suppress the barbarians at all.
Thinking of this, Dong Yun suddenly felt a thump in his heart. He looked up at Wutu and found that Wutu was catching lice on his body with his head down, as if he didn't care about anything.
Wu Tuyue acted very calmly, but Dong Yun was frightened.
King Pingnan only left him three thousand personal guards, and the others were all Utu's barbarians. If Utu betrayed him at this time, he would definitely die.
At this time, Dong Yun only had one word in his mind, and that was "Run!"
Run back to southern Xinjiang, where there are still 300,000 troops. If you gather the troops stationed in the four southern states, you can still collect 500,000. Self-protection should be no problem!
At this moment, Wutu suddenly raised his head and looked at Dong Yun, and asked: "The prince is defeated, what are the prince's plans?"
Dong Yun's tiger body trembled, and he pretended to be calm and said: "My father is gone, but my son is still here. You immediately order the brothers who are attacking the city to retreat. The army sets off and moves to Dongyu. Let's go find Kong Wu to meet up." I, the king, will put on my armor first, and later you will ask all the generals to gather in the commander’s tent!”
As Dong Yun spoke, he walked out of the handsome tent. At this moment, a big hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
"Your Majesty, you only need to sit in the camp, wearing armor and armor. Please wait a moment, Your Majesty. Xiao Wang will call the other generals now!"
Dong Yun clenched his fists. He could already feel the killing intent emanating from Wu Tu. This beast really wanted to rebel!
Dong Yun couldn't care about anything else at this time. He suddenly turned around and kicked Wutu in the chest, forcing Wutu to retreat. Then he rushed outside the commander's tent, shouting as he rushed back.
"Where is Nanwuwei?"
The next second, more than ten personal guards rushed in from outside the handsome tent.
But before these guards could realize what happened, one of them was knocked down by a big axe.
Utu held two axes and chopped off their heads like melons and vegetables. Blood spurted all over the floor.
At this time, Dong Yun had already ran out of the commander's tent, took out a horn and blew it.
"Your Majesty, what happened?" The surrounding guards quickly gathered around, each with doubts on their faces.
"Those barbarian beasts have rebelled. Follow me and kill them!" Dong Yun took the knife handed over by one of the guards and got on his horse.
At the same time, Wu Tu also eliminated more than a dozen personal guards in the commander's tent. He looked at the barbarian soldiers gathered around to gamble and shouted: "Stop them!"
Although the barbarian soldiers did not know what happened, they did not dare to disobey the king's order. They immediately threw away the dominoes in their hands, picked up their axes, and rushed over.
"Your Majesty, you go first!"
Upon seeing this, the guard commander immediately led his guards to greet him.
Hearing the noise here, the guards who were patrolling nearby also rushed over immediately and fought with the surrounding barbarians.
Dong Yun's three thousand personal guards were all near the commander's tent. At this time, they suddenly cut a bloody path for Dong Yun.
But as more and more barbarian soldiers gathered, these personal guards also fell into a hard fight.
Seeing this scene, Wutu quickly shouted to the generals on the side: "Let the wild beasts chase Dong Yun, and we must not let him escape!"
Now that King Pingnan is dead, there is no need for him to be loyal to the Dong family, and it is very important to capture Dong Yun.
Like Dong Yun, he also planned to withdraw his troops, but if he wanted to return to Nanman, he had to pass through Southern Xinjiang, and Dong Yun was the guarantee for his smooth passage through Southern Xinjiang.
Even if the retreat failed and Yang Xun's army surrounded him, he could offer Dong Yun and surrender to Yang Xun.
So in his opinion, Dong Yun is his talisman, and he can't let it go.
Dong Yun, escorted by hundreds of mounted guards, quickly reached the gate of the barbarian camp.
At this moment, a tiger suddenly pounced on the horse under his crotch.
Dong Yun fell to the ground and shook his head. When he raised his head, he found that the camp had been blocked by horseback, and barbarian soldiers were pouring in from all directions like a tide.
Dong Yun had only one thought in his mind, it was over!
