On the battlefield!
The heavy stench of blood seemed almost tangible, permeating every inch of the air.
The sounds of slaughter still rang out like souls being claimed by the underworld, unceasing.
Inside the Dragon Gate Formation!
The battle cries of the Ming Dynasty soldiers shook the heavens, their spirits greatly roused.
Every soldier fought with all his strength, gradually tightening the encirclement and launching a frenzied slaughter against the trapped Yuan cavalry.
The Yuan cavalry inside the formation had already reached the end of the road. Their eyes were filled with despair and fear as they fled in every direction, unable to find even a sliver of hope.
To the north!
A Northern Yuan general pointed ahead, his voice carrying confusion and unease as he asked Guilichi, "Great General, why have the men who charged out retreated?"
At those words.
Guilichi frowned deeply and stared ahead without answering immediately.
The tens of thousands of iron cavalry who had charged out were now retreating in disorder like startled birds. Their numbers had been sharply reduced, and many soldiers bore wounds, looking utterly bedraggled.
"Mengha, Nali, what happened?"
When Guilichi saw the two generals fleeing back at the front, his expression darkened. He shouted his question, clearly furious.
"Great General, our army fell into a Ming Army ambush and suffered heavy losses."
Mengha rode up, his face full of unease and helplessness as he reported.
Beside him, Nali lowered his head and did not dare speak. His expression was equally grim, and he gripped the reins tightly, clearly unwilling to accept this.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Guilichi's eyes widened in fury as he coldly shouted, "Sixty thousand iron cavalry can sweep aside anything! How could the Ming Army ambush us? Tell me!"
"Great General, the Ming Army set up