Yue Yun also proposed, "We fight for the Qian Dynasty. Since the enemy and our army are irreconcilable, our army should undoubtedly crush them!"
The generals eagerly volunteered to fight, and Nie Yuan and others led their troops out one after another.
Nan Jiyun announced loudly, "His Majesty and the Emperor have ordered us to minimize our army's casualties as much as possible! Qian Dynasty Skyfire, prepare!"
Tens of thousands of cavalry, holding specially made clay jars containing oil and other fuels, charged into the seemingly calm battlefield.
"Careful, they're coming again!"
The sea of fire everywhere had already shaken the Huns' cavalry to their core.
All surviving Hun cavalry, having witnessed the power of those "clay jars," immediately began raining arrows upon them.
Attila was filled with anxiety, but at this moment, the Hun cavalry absolutely could not retreat, or it would be a complete rout.
"I truly shouldn't have let those fools from the Tianri tribe take all the trebuchets!"
Without the siege trebuchets, the Hun cavalry couldn't even break through the iron wall formed by the Qian Dynasty's heavy cavalry.
Hatred had tempered the Huns' youths, forging them into the backbone of the new generation of Hun cavalry.
But this hatred could only sustain their will.
The opponents, whether in military equipment, will, or stamina, were clearly superior to the Hun cavalry.
"From the moment we stepped into this desert, there was no turning back. Your king, after all, could not lead you to avenge your grievances."
Attila sighed in his heart.
The situation wasn't lost, but at least the Western Allied forces had no ability to break into the western borders of the Qian Dynasty. The enemy could even launch a long-range raid to this place, undetected, solely to drive out the Western Allied forces on the day of the decisive battle.
The Qian Dynasty cavalry, after a long march, facing the well-rested Hun cavalry, could still inflict such horrifying casualties...
When the Qian Dynasty's heavy cavalry fell, new heavy cavalry would immediately replace them, without any sign of disarray.
He had never seen such disciplined people and warhorses.
"Could Liang Xiao's military order, forbidding warhorses from seeing the slaughter of horses, truly be that effective?"
"He is personally leading the troops, and must be making the Tianri tribe his main target. He is now the Emperor of the Qian Dynasty, and would never be careless. He must have brought more dangerous elites. Mars would absolutely have no chance of defeating him. If the Tianri tribe collapses..."
Attila was filled with worry, but he could only brace himself and resist, striving to exhaust the Qian Dynasty soldiers and buy time for his own side.
The Hun cavalry had lost its siege capabilities. Even the best steel-armored heavy cavalry could not withstand the Qian Dynasty Skyfire.
The cotton-armored cavalry absolutely could not come into contact with that thing, or the consequences would be unimaginable!
Even such elites, and yet they were facing Liang Xiao personally leading his troops. One could imagine the situation with the Tianri tribe...
The battlefield roared with killing cries, hooves trampled chaotically, and the clang of metal echoed incessantly, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
The Qian Dynasty's heavy cavalry, with their longer spears, superior plate armor, and the Qian Dynasty Skyfire, significantly reduced their casualties, their front lines remaining as solid as a rock.
Facing the fierce onslaught of the Qian Dynasty Skyfire, the Hun cavalry was forced to retreat to minimize casualties from the Qian Dynasty Skyfire.
"Your Majesty! We will fight for revenge and die without retreat!"
Even in the most difficult of situations, a large number of Hun cavalry roared at the heavens, fighting bravely, vowing to avenge their grievances.
Attila witnessed this with deep shame.
The defeat was sealed, but surrender was out of the question.
Once he gave the order to retreat, the Hun cavalry would inevitably collapse like a mountain of sand.
Deprived of the cover of their heavy cavalry, the Hun cavalry, facing the combined archery of the Qian Dynasty's Divine Archers and the Qian Dynasty's bows, suffered heavy losses. Soon, another ten thousand cavalry perished in the field.
The scales of victory continuously tipped towards the Qian Dynasty cavalry. Even so, the Qian Dynasty cavalry still suffered over a thousand losses in this round of attack.
The Hun cavalry, holding the belief that they would inflict pain on the Qian Dynasty even if their entire army was annihilated, stubbornly resisted to the end.
"Your Majesty, we cannot hesitate any longer! Our army must charge. If we continue to resist the Qian Dynasty Skyfire, our casualties will only increase wildly!"
Attila's strategists urged him.
Attila gritted his teeth and was about to give the order when deafening shouts suddenly came from the northeast.
The people of the Hun Empire looked in the direction of the sound, and despair welled up in their hearts.
As far as the eye could see, there were only Qian Dynasty banners!
And in the distance, only a few thousand Tianri cavalry were fleeing in disarray!
"He's only arriving now..."
Attila trembled with rage.
From his vantage point on the high ground, he could vaguely see a white figure in the center of the Qian Dynasty army's main camp firelight in the distance.
His intuition told him that it must be the person he hated the most.
General Tian! Marquis of Anguo! Emperor of the Qian Dynasty, Liang Xiao!
Any of these titles was an indelible nightmare for the once barbaric people.
"Your Majesty, the Tianri tribe has indeed been defeated!" The soldiers who had previously requested to fight to the death were instantly heartbroken.
The nightmare they had forgotten for years had finally swept in with invincible might, shattering the Hun Empire's last glimmer of hope!
On his horse, Liang Xiao raised the Sky Dragon Breaking City Halberd and shouted, "Exterminate the White Ghosts!"
"Exterminate the White Ghosts!!"
The earth-shattering shouts from afar struck Mars and others with terror.
"The Emperor's side has achieved a great victory!"
The Qian Dynasty cavalry on this side rejoiced and intensified their attacks.
Nan Jiyun received an urgent report and immediately arranged for the generals to lead their troops to charge, while personally leading a cavalry unit to intercept Mars.
"Nan Jiyun, Grand Marshal of the Qian Dynasty's Western Campaign, is ordered to purge the rebels!"
The fleeing Tianri cavalry, hearing the shouts from the south and seeing the dense ranks of cavalry charging towards them, wailed in despair.
They were already tired of fighting and running, how could they outrun this well-rested Qian Dynasty iron cavalry?
Attila sighed to the heavens, "Withdraw immediately, and return to the Hun Empire!"
"Your Majesty..." the generals' voices trembled.
"Withdraw! Preserve as many soldiers as possible!"
As Attila's military order spread, the stubbornly resisting Hun cavalry finally lost their faith and turned their horses to flee.
Liang Xiao led his cavalry to Nan Jiyun's formation and inquired about the situation.
"The enemy refused to surrender, resulting in over six thousand casualties for our army. We beg for punishment!" Lü Changhe dismounted immediately to accept his penance.
Liang Xiao also dismounted and helped Lü Changhe up, saying, "Pursue the enemy. Those who surrender on foot will be detained; others will no longer be offered terms of surrender!"
After the order was conveyed, the Qian Dynasty soldiers fought bravely.
"Zuo Wuji, Great General of the Qian Dynasty's Northern Campaign, is ordered to purge the rebels!"
Zuo Wuji led the northern cavalry, sandwiching Mars and others with Nan Jiyun from the north and south, harvesting them.
"Nie Yuan, Grand Marshal of the Qian Dynasty's Eastern Campaign, is ordered to punish the rebels!"
The Liaodong iron cavalry that charged from the northeast had been prepared for a long time, roaring in unison. The sharp Qian Dynasty Feather Arrows, like shooting stars under the moonlight, shot down countless enemies, followed by charges with sabers.
Fear and the will to survive overcame hatred and collapsed faith. The Hun cavalry no longer possessed any fighting spirit, finally remembering the terror they had once been dominated by the General Tian.
"Yue Yun, Great General of the Qian Dynasty's Western Campaign, is ordered to pursue. You cannot escape!"
Yue Yun, leading the Central Plains cavalry, set off westward, pursuing and killing.
"I did my best, but the Qian Dynasty is destined to be invincible. You will not have sacrificed in vain; I will take good care of your families in the years to come..." Attila, leading his troops in flight, looked back eastward with grief in his heart.
"Lü Changhe, Grand Marshal of the Qian Dynasty's Northern Campaign, is ordered to win the decisive victory!"
Just as Attila despaired, waves of white figures appeared in the distance.
It was the white-robed soldiers, pouring out in full force!