"Abba, there are pursuers!"

"What?" Ah Fu panicked and reacted for more than ten seconds before giving the order, "The whole army turned around, the front team changed to the rear team. The rear team climbed up the hillsides on both sides to defend against the enemy!"

It was too late at all. Before Afu's order could be sent out, the barbarians walking at the back had already begun to flee.

They had lost the battle for two consecutive days, their morale was already low, and they were suddenly pursued at night. The first reaction of the barbarian soldiers was not to fight, but to run away. Even if some wanted to fight, they were shaken by the rout and were unable to stand firm.

The narrow valley path and the barbarian soldiers in a long snake formation were in complete chaos.

Some guys who reacted slowly were even knocked down by friendly forces and then trampled to death alive.

After a few minutes of fighting between the two sides, nearly a hundred barbarians were trampled to death.

When Zhang Bor defeated the rear group, all the barbarians fled. The underage barbarians, who were twelve or thirteen years old, were so frightened that they were so frightened that some of them even called out to their grandmothers as they fled.

So many people were trampled to death that Han soldiers would occasionally trip over the corpses.

Ghost Lord Ah Fu got on his horse, surrounded by broken soldiers, and the horse could not speed up at all. In the end, he could only abandon the horse and run away, being carried away by the broken soldiers and fleeing together.

There were also many barbarians who, seeing that the road ahead was impassable, hurriedly climbed up the hillside, hoping to escape from the battlefield as soon as possible to save their lives.

Zhang Bor led his troops in pursuit for five or six miles at a stretch, until the whole army was panting from exhaustion, and then they stopped to clean up the battlefield.

Along the way, they collected the armor, livestock, horses and grain dropped by the enemy, and also cut off the left ears of the barbarian soldiers to calculate the number.

After daybreak, I finally calculated it clearly.

Not a single Han soldier was killed, and even the unlucky ones who were injured were not caused by fighting.

In total, more than 600 ears were cut off, and dozens of others were captured.

Zhang Bor looked at those young faces and felt really unbearable. He came to fight, not to exterminate the clan. After thinking about it, he said: "Put the children back and collect their weapons. Take all the other prisoners with you."

Go back and take custody. By the way, let these children go back and deliver a message, saying that if Afu, the ghost master of this place, is willing to surrender with his people, the past mistakes will be forgotten, and there will be a chance to make meritorious deeds."

In the evening of that day, the ghost master Afu came over with some remaining soldiers. He first asked the soldiers to put down their weapons, and then led several of his sons to kneel in front of the bunker and confess their sins.

He was completely defeated and suffered heavy losses, and he could no longer resist the officers and soldiers.

"Afu is willing to listen to the Han officials and be loyal to the Han emperor!" Ghost Lord Afu kowtowed repeatedly.

Zhang Bor listened to the words translated by Sui Jun, and stepped forward to help the man. He said kindly: "It's great that the leader can correct his mistakes after he realizes them. As long as he doesn't cause trouble again, he will be prosperous and wealthy, and your village will still be under your control."
Chapter completed!