After burning a stick of incense, Zhou Jian successfully cut down the flag and successfully withdrew.

There were 1,500 people when they went in, but when they came out not even 500 people were left, and all of them were injured. But they completed their mission, and what awaits them is Zhou Jian's reuse!

Zhou Jian immediately summoned doctors from various tribes to stop their bleeding, and with a wave of his hand, the siege began!

All the coalition forces ambushing in the Gobi Desert rushed out, gave up defense, and turned to attack. As the horn blew, the sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami almost blasted through the night.

"kill!!"

"My lord has an order, kill!"

"The Black Tiger is dead, massacre all the Black Mountain tribes!" They were filled with hatred and anger. As soon as the Black Tiger died, their confidence increased greatly, and they all rushed into him.

Boom...boom!

The collision between the two armies was like a battle between trapped beasts. The bloody scene was indescribable, but any normal person would probably collapse to the ground if he got here.

The enemy army that lost the Black Tiger seemed to have lost its backbone, and was defeated like a mountain! They wanted to retreat, but the bottleneck-like terrain made it difficult for them to withdraw. Because of their eagerness, chaos and stampedes occurred. For a time,

Unable to fight the enemy normally!

The shouting and screaming continued from the night of the first day to the morning of the next day.

Zhou Jian stayed up all night, directing the battle in the Gobi Desert. His voice was hoarse and his face was full of fatigue!

The scene was filled with gunpowder smoke, corpses littered the fields, and the yellow desert turned directly into scarlet. As the sun rose higher and the temperature increased, the smell of the scene became extremely unpleasant.

"Report!!"

"Sir, the enemy has surrendered, the enemy has surrendered!"

"We actually won, hahaha!" Many captains rushed over with ecstasy on their faces, as if they were in a dream, knowing that they couldn't win the last battle at all.

Hearing this, Zhou Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said hoarsely: "How many more of them are there?"

"Sir, more than 10,000 people have been captured, and all the others are dead!" Someone said, with a shocked look on his face, unable to believe that he had done it.

"Very good, don't kill them yet. Disarm them and lock them up first. They will be useful later!" Uncharacteristically, Zhou Jian did not kill them all to avoid future troubles.

"yes!"

"Immediately count the casualties, clean the battlefield, and return to the sand dunes." Zhou Jian felt severe pain in his chest, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to finish explaining.

"yes!"

"Don't worry, sir, we will go immediately!" The coalition forces of the twenty-three tribes were completely convinced and respected each and every one of them. They knew that without Zhou Jian's bravery to cut the flag, this ambush battle would not have been successful, and it was even possible.

Lose.

"Wait a minute, I remember there is another leader, right?" Zhou Jian thought of the man who hit him on horseback last night.

All the officers were stunned, look at me, look at you, they are all busy killing people, who can care about one person?

"Find him for me, it will be of great use!" Zhou Jian said in a deep voice, giving a death order.

"Yes!" Everyone clasped their fists and took action immediately.

The entire black smoke-filled Gobi Desert has completely entered the aftermath stage.

After the people left, Zhou Jian could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His whole back bent. He was not a god, he would be injured and feel pain.

One night of perseverance is already a willpower beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Your Majesty!" Guan Shan and others exclaimed in Chinese, and immediately rushed over, their faces suddenly tense.
Chapter completed!