"Tribal Chief."
"Tribal Chief..."
Agunu threw himself onto Aha Chu's headless corpse and wailed in grief.
The entire tribal court was steeped in sorrow.
"Why didn't you protect the Tribal Chief?"
Agunu stared at the kneeling guards, his eyes bloodshot.
"General."
"The Ming Army raided our camp. We only had a few thousand men, and they... they drove ten thousand warhorses into the camp. We simply couldn't stop them."
A surviving Thousand Commander answered fearfully.
"Ten thousand warhorses charging the camp?"
Agunu's expression turned even uglier.
Those warhorses had originally belonged to his tribe. All ten thousand cavalrymen had been slaughtered by Zhu Ying's army, and the horses had been seized by Zhu Ying as well.
"Zhu Ying."
"You deserve to die."
"My tribe will never rest until one of us is dead."
Agunu looked at the Tribal Chief's corpse before him and let out a skyward howl, brimming with hatred.
"General."
"The Tribal Chief is dead."
"What should our tribe do now?"
A general asked respectfully.
"Our tribe cannot be without a leader."
"Go to the White Flag Tribe at once and invite Eldest Prince Shijianu to succeed as Tribal Chief and preside over our tribe," Agunu said immediately.
"Yes."
A general promptly accepted the order.
Without a doubt.
After today, the Jianzhou Tatars would suffer devastating losses.
Their tribal court had been ravaged.
Their Tribal Chief had been slain.
At this moment, they had completely lost the right to contend with the Ming Dynasty.
Several dozen li east of the Tatar tribal court.
Zhu Ying led his army in a two-hour forced march, putting them far behind.
Even if the Tatars wanted to pursue them, they would not be able to catch up.
"Stop."
Zhu Ying raised a hand.
The officers and soldiers behind him reined in