It was the first day that Batumonk realized that the firepower of the new army in Zhenguo was so crazy that it was not ferocious to kill.

He hoped that someone could rush into the other party's position, but with a lot of blood, no one had the luck of shooting without dead corners.

Batumonk is now in a dilemma, and the morale of each tribe is almost visible to the naked eye. The Tatars have never seen such firepower before. In this war, they fought very frustrated. If they fought in close combat, they would be defeated. However, before the other party's figure could be seen clearly, they were beaten to pieces and could not die again. This...

Undoubtedly... this was an extremely ridiculous thing. This battle immediately caused panic to spread, and everything was said, such as the new army of the State, which was a heavenly soldier and general. No matter what, Batumonk could not curb this panic.

Not only his subordinates were worried, but even himself began to feel anxious.

He still can't leave, he must stay and try again, even once.

Once you leave and escape into the desert, there will be no longer a foothold for the Tatars here, and Batumonk is unwilling to give up!

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At the same time, in the evening, the ships of Zhenguo Mansion began to appear on the coast, and then ships of supplies were sent ashore.

The economic strength of Zhenguo Mansion is unquestionable. As long as there is a ship, Zhenguo New Army can persist here. Not to mention a few months, even a few years, Ye Chunqiu doesn't care.

The fleet sent a large amount of food, ammunition, cold-proof items, and many herbs, and then sent the wounded to a ship to a safe place for treatment.

Some of the bodies that died in battle were packed with the coffins and transported them onto the ship together.

Everyone had sufficient supplies, so in the war, there was no shortage of food at all, or, in other words, exaggeratedly, the food today was better than in the military camp.

Ye Chunqiu became more relaxed, and the balance of victory had begun to tilt towards his own direction. What else in this world can make a leader feel more pleasant than this?

Although he didn't dare to take it lightly, Ye Chunqiu was already full of confidence. He was not worried that Batumonk would run away because he knew Batumonk so well. This ambitious guy would not let go of such a big temptation, so Batumonk would definitely choose to stay and fight. As long as Batumonk was willing to fight, Ye Chunqiu would be sure to break the backbone of the Tatars at one time.

The beach was a little cold at night. In addition to the bonfire, there was also a thin quilt. Ye Chunqiu relaxed some of the burden on his heart, and listened to the laughter outside the tent and gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Ye Chunqiu was awakened by the sound of the sea water.

Just when Ye Chunqiu got up and thought the Tatars might have retreated, he left the barracks and hurried up to the tower. He saw that the Tatars began to gather again.

Obviously, the Tatars didn't want to die inexplicably anymore. They deliberately avoided the dawn ten. Now the sun was shining brightly, and the deployment of both sides could be seen clearly.

A war that Ye Chunqiu thought was tragic, but before he knew it, it began to show funny signs, and Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but smile.

Half an hour later, the Tatars finally started attacking, still unstoppable, and the new army also began to fight back.

This battle was obviously much more comfortable than before. The Tatars had no lasting tenacity as yesterday, and the casualties began to increase. They retreated without hesitation, and several tentative attacks, and there was nothing else except for the loss of a single body.

They were frightened.

Ye Chunqiu squinted his eyes, as if he had something to worry about.

It was noon's attack that was the most tragic. Tens of thousands of people rushed together, as if they wanted to rush up by chance. The rear team was ready to take over at any time, and the new army almost used all the firepower. Therefore, after more than 10,000 casualties, the Tatars finally retreated unwillingly.

"What are Batumonk thinking now?" Ye Chunqiu smiled.

"He must be thinking about how to resolve his advantages. Batumonk, I won't give you any chance." Ye Chunqiu said to himself silently in his heart.

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The Tatars finally became powerless.

So the afternoon offensive dragged on and even rushed up the Tatars, as soon as they heard the gunshot, began to retreat in a rush.

Batumonk began to become anxious, his face turned pale, but at this time, he did not get angry because he could feel that many tribes no longer had the awe of him as they were at first.

This is normal. A leader who cannot lead the Tatars to destroy the enemy will never be able to surrender willingly.

Now, Batumonk has lost again and again, which has caused many rumors in the camp, and no one is willing to continue to go to the new army to die. In fact, under this huge gap, the despair that people have borne is unexpected.

Under this pressure, Batumonk seemed to have grown ten years old all of a sudden.

Just two days of attack suddenly dispelled his ambitions. He never thought that the famous Tatar Iron Cavalry would be so vulnerable in front of this elite new army.

He suddenly realized something, and suddenly felt that an era had passed. The era of the desert people, from the Huns, then to the Xianbei, to the Turks, from the Khitan to the Jurchens, and then to the Mongolians, even at the most despair, was not as desperate as today.

He locked himself in a tent, staring at a bronze horse in the tent, and then his son Tuoba walked in and said, "Father Khan, the leaders of several tribes are making a big fuss and say they want to go back to the grassland. Father Khan, many people don't want to fight anymore, the firearm is like the thunder and fire from heaven, which is not something that human power can control. Everyone wants to go back to the desert."

"Can you go back?" Batumonk suddenly looked at him coldly, and then a grinned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Tuoba was stunned for a moment, fell into silence, and then said: "But if you don't go back, why are you staying here? Are you still going to die? Father Khan, we can't afford to die. In just two days, the casualties were 50,000. If you continue to fight, I'm afraid..."
Chapter completed!