At this moment, they were completely terrified.
"Retreat."
"Sound the gong to withdraw the troops."
Tuoba Hu roared loudly.
The sound of the gong echoed at the rear of the foreign army.
Upon hearing the gong.
The foreign troops could no longer hold on and fled desperately backward.
"Flee?"
"Do you think you can escape?"
Above the void.
Zhao Feng looked on coldly.
In this battle.
In just over a Chinese hour, the number of casualties on the foreign side had exceeded two hundred thousand.
This was a one-sided massacre.
Under Zhao Feng's divine thought.
Wang Ben had already led the Lantian Camp to the rear of the foreign forces; there was nowhere left for them to escape.
"Elite Soldiers."
"Pursue."
"Don't let a single foreigner escape."
"Slay them all."
Li Mu shouted coldly.
"Kill!" Meng Wu whispered as he urged his horse to pursue.
"Wind, wind, wind."
"Great wind."
