Defeat came like a mountain collapsing.
The enemy army's greatest problem was that it had no leader. Having lost the commander sent by Great Qin, the various tribes were all of different minds. The remnants of the Yan Kingdom had plans of their own as well, making it utterly impossible to unify their will again.
Originally, everyone had intended to retreat to the main camp, discuss matters, and choose a new commander.
Yet they never dreamed that the return journey of less than ten li would become a road of no return!
Countless tribal warriors had been scared out of their wits by the spells Wang Chen cast, and the Hanhai cavalry charging after them shattered the last of their psychological defenses.
Crying out in terror, they scattered and fled. Some even threw down their weapons.
The cavalry guarding the left and right flanks were struck by the rout, and men and horses immediately tumbled into utter chaos.
They trampled over one another, wanting only to force a path through and escape.
But there were too many people around them, making escape difficult. Some hot-tempered tribal warriors therefore raised their battle axes and viciously hacked at the comrades blocking their way.
Though they retained a shred of reason, striking either Yan people or members of other tribes.
Yet it was precisely this that triggered even larger-scale infighting and mutual slaughter!
The Great Qin officers doing everything they could to stop the rout and organize a counterattack were dumbfounded, their feelings beyond words.
In their view, although Wang Chen had pursued them alone and was as powerful as Gods and Devils, there were so many warriors on their side. If they piled up enough lives, they could surely bury him to death.
As for the several thousand cavalry behind him, they