Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 812 - 671

Chapter 812: 671

The 170,000-strong Mongolian Cavalry, following Tuotuobuhua’s desperate charge, couldn’t hold on for long, lasting less than three moments before the majority spontaneously fled the battlefield.

Even Tuotuobuhua’s own royal army was now in the midst of a rout.

Having lost over ten thousand warriors without any hope of breaking through the Jin Army’s formation, the commanding Wanhus decisively abandoned their Khan and led their troops in escape.

The Borzigin family had many descendants, so it wasn’t necessary for Tuotuobuhua to be the Khan.

On the contrary, if these Mongwu warriors all perished here, the glory of the Golden Family would be utterly lost to the dust.

Tuotuobuhua, however, remained in place, fiercely battling and shouting wildly with Li Xuan.

At that moment, his spirit and determination were much like that of the Li Emperor who days earlier had wanted to perish with the former emperor.

Li Xuan saw something unusual in his eyes.

He knew that Tuotuobuhua was prepared to sacrifice his life to secure the retreat of the Mongwu soldiers under his command, a far stronger resolve than that of their Li Emperor.

Nevertheless, Tuotuobuhua’s act of risking his life actually had limited effect.

Although Li Xuan himself was engaged with Tuotuobuhua, his hundreds of thousands of soldiers were already advancing vigorously under Zhu Guoneng’s command.

Considering the Mongols had lost the ability to regroup, Zhu Guoneng even completely abandoned the typical formation, striving for maximum efficiency to slay each Mongolian Cavalry before him.

Zhu Guoneng retained only about 10,000 cavalry and 20,000 elite infantry, who still operated under his command in coordinated formations, ready to adapt at any moment.

Meanwhile, the Mongols, still nearly 300,000 strong, were trapped behind the Great Wall and the mountain ridges along the Zhangjiakou line.

Most were utterly exhausted, and their horses barely able to move, much like lambs waiting for the slaughter, anticipating the Jin Army’s blades to fall.

If the battlefield had been outside the Great Wall, they would have never fallen into such a plight.

The value of the Cavalry lay in their mobility, which allowed them to retreat fast far away after defeat.

Under normal circumstances, with comparable military strength, the Jin could only rout them, not annihilate them.

However, the unique terrain of Zhangjiakou and the Great Wall presented a rare opportunity for Xuanfu Jin troops to surround and annihilate this Mongwu army.

This would be an unprecedented grand victory, with glory perhaps surpassing all of Jin’s previous northern campaigns, potentially crippling the Mongwu in a single stroke.

Therefore, the majority of Jin soldiers were exhilarated, their spirits uplifted and blood pumping. Even after a long urgent march and a fierce battle, they felt no fatigue.

The high morale also unleashed combat power far beyond their usual capabilities, with their marching speed likewise surpassing the past.

At this moment, there was only one thought in everyone’s mind—catch up to those Mongols and chop off their heads.

Just as the County Prince Fenyang had said, use the lives of these Mongols to comfort the spirits of those who perished at Maoer Village and Tumu Fort!

Tuotuobuhua’s force of ten thousand armies had completely dissipated, and the nine black Dragon Qi coiling around him had become feeble and meek.

By then, he was solely relying on the burning of his own spirit and blood to contend with Li Xuan.

But his opponent was calm and composed, each strike of his blade further encasing his body in ice.

From the "Liuhe Zhuxian Sword Diagram" above, Sword Qi continued to drain Tuotuobuhua’s Zhenyuan.

The crisscrossing sword beams were sharp and unmatched, continuously slicing and severing, leaving Tuotuobuhua’s protective energy shattered.

Tuotuobuhua’s eyes were blood red. "Impossible, absolutely impossible! You won’t succeed! Changsheng Heaven protects Its people, you won’t have your way!"

At this moment, each Mongwu warrior falling to the Jin blades intensified his regrets and agony, like a knife twisting in his heart.

What pained Tuotuobuhua more was his powerlessness over the situation.

This sense of despair and internal torment spurred Tuotuobuhua to burn his life recklessly.

"You think to annihilate my army? This Khan does not permit it! I absolutely will not allow it!"

Tuotuobuhua was engulfed in flames the color of blood, veins on his face and limbs bulging like small snakes crawling on his body. His curved blade carried tempests and thunder, swinging forward frantically.

At this time, because of Li Xuan’s "Gelong Knife", which had castrated part of his Wuyi, Tuotuobuhua was even unable to precisely control his power, only managing to forcefully direct his true Zhenyuan through his sword, shooting towards Li Xuan.

Li Xuan looked at Tuotuobuhua with a gaze slightly tinged with admiration and pity.

This Mongwu Khan might be as foolish as the Li Emperor, but in terms of character, he was far superior to Zhengtong Emperor.

However, in Li Xuan’s eyes, there was mostly cold indifference.

He was not Jingtai Emperor, who would show mercy to his brother’s followers. He also wasn’t hindered by old injuries, capable of exerting his full power.

Correspondingly, Tuotuobuhua, having lost his power to contend the moment the 170,000 Mongolian Iron Cavalry collapsed, his Dragon Qi had long since dwindled.

The Life Element he burned was just like drinking poison to quench thirst, and as time passed, it would only grow weaker.

The Shi of the sword that Tuotuobuhua unleashed, although fierce and powerful, appeared to Li Xuan like a child swinging a heavy hammer, flashy without substance or method.

"Does the Khan regret it now? If so, why did it happen to begin with?"

With Li Xuan’s mocking sneer, his figure flashed, appearing directly in front of Tuotuobuhua, and his sword wrapped by seven streaks of Dragon Qi effortlessly split open the residual Yuan Qi of the Mengwu Khan, slicing into his chest and abdomen.

An endless Cold Power spread instantly within Tuotuobuhua’s chest and belly, turning his limbs and body into ice sculptures in a moment.

"Majestic Jin Dynasty is not a place where you, people of Mengwu, can come and go as you please, looting at will! What I intend to do does not require your consent."

Then, with a slight flick of his sleeve, he threw him into a prisoner transport held ready at the rear.

The dozens of Xiuyiwei around the vehicle swiftly chained Tuotuobuhua and drove a total of one hundred and eight high-quality Zhenyuan Nails into him.

As a direct descendant of the Golden Family and Khan of all Mengwu people, Tuotuobuhua was still very useful.

Whether it was to restrain the Khan of Vala, Yexian, or to reconcile the Datan tribes, the effects would be considerable.

Therefore, Li Xuan had chosen to capture him instead of killing him outright.

Li Xuan then placed his hand on his sword, looking forward.

He was accumulating the Shi of the sword, preparing to join the slaughter of the Mengwu people.

This battle—it was time to end—

However, just at that moment, Li Xuan’s pupils contracted slightly. Then, his figure turned into a bolt of lightning that streaked miles in an instant, arriving just outside the airborne warship floating above Zhangjiakou.

The next moment, a brilliant burst of light and a thunderous explosion erupted in front of him.

Two incomparably sharp beams of sword light collided in the cloud-filled sky, a majestic and vast Wuyi clashing like meteors, releasing countless fierce scattered flashes of sword light.

The Yunzhong warship, two hundred yards away, was also impacted by the tremendous surge of air, sliding hundreds of yards in the sky, almost flipped over by the residual force of the two combatants.

At this moment, the seven Golden Dragon Qi around Li Xuan all emitted dignified dragon roars, and the force of ten thousand armies formed by those hundred of thousands became beams of the Golden Qi of Baihu, merging into the light of Li Xuan’s sword.

His strikes, in unending succession, reached more than a thousand in number before he finally managed to block the opponent’s charge and protect the Yunzhong warship behind him from damage.

The man withdrew by a hundred yards, revealing his silhouette—it was ’Mongolian Taishi, Khan of Vala,’ Yexian.

This person’s complexion was serene as water, with his body enflamed in scarlet flames—a sign of the Jingtai Emperor’s Wuyi causing full outbreak of injuries within him.

Yexian’s gaze was as dark as a knife, staring straight at Li Xuan: "You are the County Prince Fenyang of the Jin Dynasty, Li Xuan? This level of Haoqi cultivation, not bad!"

With a mix of surprise and scrutiny in his eyes, he realized that after the death of the Jingtai Emperor, this meteorically rising young prince would be his most significant opponent in the future.

This young man had not disappointed him; the combat power displayed before his eyes had already caught up to that of Shaofu Yu Jie during the Tumu Fort era!

Blood surged in Li Xuan’s throat, the brief clash with Yexian causing him considerable harm, so much so that even his Golden Body couldn’t withstand it.

At that moment, Li Xuan forcefully swallowed back the blood and sized up Yexian: "The Khan’s sword art has truly reached the God Realm, Li admires it. But today, you’re afraid you’ve come too late, Khan."

Khan of Vala, Yexian, immediately looked into the distance, then felt a stifling sensation in his chest, his throat turning sweet.

From his view, there were not more than one hundred seventy thousand surviving Mengwu soldiers on the battlefield!

At that moment, Yexian could have torn Tuotuobuhua to pieces.

These brave warriors of the Datan tribes were indeed Tuotuobuhua’s people, but they were also his capital for competing against the people of Jin in the future.

However, these warriors, who should have charged into battle for him and conquered the Central Plains, had all needlessly perished here today.

With today’s defeat, it would take twenty years for them to recover their strength.

"The methods of County Prince Fenyang, this Khan has witnessed."

Khan of Vala, Yexian, took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his chest: "But County Prince, your appetite seems too large, wanting to devour all the courageous warriors of my Mongol Datan moving south? Aren’t you afraid of overstretching and bursting your belly?"

Just then, twenty li behind him, a mass of dust rose.

—That was several hundred thousand cavalry, galloping in, surging toward them.

They had all been summoned by Yexian half a day earlier and had ridden throughout the night to get here.

Seeing this, Li Xuan merely smiled slightly, unconcerned: "I have always had a good appetite. Are you trying to stop me? With that seriously injured body of yours and those few hundred thousand last ditch cavalry? Are you joking with me, Khan?"

As if echoing Li Xuan’s words, suddenly, a wolf howl carried for tens of miles pierced through the thousands of layers of defense, ringing out with endless pain and despair.

Yexian’s expression changed slightly as he sensed that their ’sacred beast,’ the white wolf of Yin Mountain, had been shattered and killed by Shaofu Yu Jie’s Haoqi!