Countless Tatars were terrified beyond measure.
To them, Aha Chu was their king, the pillar holding them together.
Now Aha Chu was dead.
Their king was dead.
The blow could not have been greater.
At this moment, Zhu Ying's name also pierced deep into the hearts of every Tatar, filling them with fear.
"The garrison commander's might is divine!"
"We swear to follow the garrison commander unto death!"
"Kill!"
As Zhu Ying beheaded Aha Chu, the thousands of soldiers behind him all cried out in exhilaration.
Such a victory—
was even harder to achieve than taking an enemy general's head amid an army of ten thousand, yet Zhu Ying had done it.
He had led them in a charge into the Tatars' tribal court, led them in slaughtering countless Tatars, and personally cut down the Tatars' leader.
With such a victory, how could they not be fired up?
"Brothers!"
"Kill!"
Zhu Ying did not waste a moment. Raising his blade once more, he roared and charged forward.
Though their objective had been accomplished, this was still not a place where they could linger.
They had to withdraw swiftly.
"We swear to follow the garrison commander unto death!"
"Kill!"
The soldiers shouted as one, continuing to follow Zhu Ying into the slaughter.
They carved their way through the Tatar tribal court, leaving behind them a hellish sea of blood.
It was not only slaughter.
Many soldiers took torches and swiftly set fire to the tents within the Tatar tribal court, hurling torches everywhere.
When dealing with enemies, one had to be ruthless to the very end, destroy everything they had. Only then would they not dare invade the Ming Dynasty again.
Only by meeting enemies with blood and brutality, by killing them until they were afraid, would they dare not return.