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Chapter 376: The Tatars' Defeat
The moment Amur landed on the ground, Zhou Sizheng punched him in the chest with all his strength.

Heiyang raised his long legs and kicked Amur hard in the crotch. Liu Erhu and Liu Sanlin swung their swords from behind and slashed at Amur's back and left leg. Heize cut off his left hand with a sword.

Amur grimaced in pain and said viciously, "You are playing dirty tricks! You are using such despicable means to fight the two armies. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world?"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Why do you care what tricks we use? As long as we can kill you, that's enough." Heiyang said with a smile.

Their princess said that if you can't win, then attack the enemy's weakest point. When the enemy feels pain, you have a chance. So he kicked Amur in the crotch without hesitation.

"I'm going to kill you!" Amur's face was twisted in pain. He wanted to raise the knife to kill them, but he was powerless. It was so painful.

In addition to his left hand being chopped off, his right hand was injured by a hidden weapon, and he was punched in the chest. Most importantly, his crotch seemed to have been kicked, and his back and legs were also chopped.

Zhou Sizheng and his companions would not give him a chance to turn over, and they raised their swords and slashed at him.

All this happened in just a moment. When Amur's personal guards arrived, Amur had been hacked to pieces by Zhou Sizheng and his men. He was beyond dead.

Amur's personal soldiers were furious and roared to avenge him, raising their swords to slash at the Zhou soldiers next to them.

After a fierce battle, the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty are becoming more and more excited.

They remembered Shen Jia's words firmly: if a problem can be solved with one move, they would never use two moves. No matter how shady or harmful a move is, as long as it can kill the enemy, it is a good move.

Not long after, Amur's personal soldiers were hacked to death by the soldiers of the Great Zhou.

The Tatars were first frightened into numbness by the bombs of the Great Zhou, and then they witnessed the strength and lack of martial ethics of the Great Zhou soldiers, so they had long been frightened and had begun to retreat. Now even their commander was killed, their morale plummeted, they had completely lost their combat effectiveness, and no longer had the slightest intention of fighting.

"Go! Go quickly! The commander is dead, let's escape!" They were afraid that if they were late they would be chopped down by the soldiers of the Great Zhou.

The commander is dead, why should these Tatar soldiers fight for their lives? Run away! Everything is fake, only your own life is the most real.

The Tatars were routed and began to flee the smoke-filled battlefield, abandoning their weapons and armor. They ran in droves, bumping and trampling on each other, looking extremely miserable.

They were covered in blood, and their stained faces showed undisguised fear and panic, and their scarlet eyes were filled with fear of failure and despair for the future.

Their hair was disheveled, the wounds on their bodies were still aching, and they had no time to care about the blood seeping through their clothes and dripping onto the ground.

They just wanted to escape to Tacheng as quickly as possible, as there would be hope of survival in Tacheng.

Unfortunately, they didn't know until their death that Tacheng had been recaptured by the Great Zhou long ago.

Shen Jia curled the corners of his lips as he watched the Tatars retreating like a tide. The number of the defeated Tatar soldiers was less than 20,000 at most. They had just experienced a great battle and were exhausted both physically and mentally. They fled to Tacheng exhausted.

The cavalry led by General Mu and the Tianji Pavilion had already gathered their strength and were waiting for them, so it would not take much effort to annihilate them all.

Of course, Shen Jia did not stop Yi Zhenpeng and others from leading troops to hunt down the deserters.

The Tatars were either killed or fled, and the Great Zhou won a great victory.

Shen Jia tiptoed up to the simple watchtower built by the Tatars.

Looking up, the endless battlefield was like hell on earth. The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. The blood dyed the earth red. Corpses were everywhere. Broken limbs and arms were oozing scarlet blood, attracting carrion birds to circle in the air, making hoarse cries, which was creepy.

Suddenly, a soldier in the Great Zhou uniform was seen crawling among the broken limbs in the distance. His bloodstained face showed a mixture of despair and hope, and he groaned faintly. Shen Jia's heart trembled, and he shouted with his inner strength: "Soldiers of the Great Zhou, you must immediately search the battlefield carefully in sections, and send the injured soldiers to the rear as quickly as possible to the military doctors and the female medical team. There is a seriously injured soldier 800 meters in front of the watchtower, bring the stretcher over immediately..."

As soon as Shen Jia finished speaking, someone came over with a stretcher at the fastest speed and carried the seriously injured soldier to the rear medical station.

Shen Jia stood high and could see far, and soon he discovered that not far to the left, a bloody head was slowly rising from a pool of blood. Before Shen Jia could speak, a soldier who was checking found him and carried him to the rear medical station.

As more and more seriously injured soldiers of the Great Zhou were found and carried to the rear, Shen Jia quickly walked down from the watchtower.

She had to look behind.

Xiao Yichen, Shen Hao, and Ling Yunsu also came back. When Luo Yan saw them coming back, he hurried over to report the latest military intelligence to Xiao Yichen.

Xiao Yichen said to Luo Yan: "General Luo, after the soldiers have cleared the battlefield, you will take them to bring all the food, herbs, weapons and other things in the Tatar camp back to Wucheng."

Luo Yan bowed and replied: "Yes"

After Xiao Yichen finished arranging things, he looked up and saw Shen Jia hurriedly walking out, and asked hurriedly: "Jia Jia, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the back to check on the wounded. Do you want to come with me?"

"I'll go with you."

"I'll go too." Shen Hao and Ling Yunsu said in unison.

"Okay, let's go together!"

The four of them were as fast as lightning, moving swiftly and leaping like flying. In just a few leaps and falls, they were far away, like a fleeting shadow, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Along the way, we met wounded soldiers walking and soldiers carrying stretchers walking quickly. The seriously injured soldiers lay on the stretchers, their eyes slightly red, and a warm feeling surged in their hearts.

The so-called temporary medical station is just a few tents temporarily built not far from the battlefield.

The reason why Shen Jia organized battlefield rescue was to save as many lives as possible. They will move with the army and carry out medical work.

The four of them rushed to the medical station as quickly as possible and saw medical staff in white coats carrying medicine boxes containing various medical supplies.

The painful groans of the wounded soldiers echoed throughout the medical station.

Outside the medical station, medical staff were busy cleaning the wounds of the wounded, stitching them, sprinkling wound medicine, and bandaging them. These simple tasks were all done by the female medical team from Lingnan.

They went from being nervous and shaking in the beginning to becoming so skilled later on that the color of their white coats could no longer be seen.

Shen Jia took a look and nodded secretly when he saw that they could easily treat the wounded soldiers whose injuries were not too serious.

Then he and Xiao Yichen and others entered one of the tents.

Li Yue was performing surgery on a wounded soldier who had been stabbed in the stomach by the Tatars.

The wounded soldier had his eyes tightly closed, his body was pierced with silver needles. Li Yue had a calm expression on his face as he calmly sutured his wounds.

Shen Jia squatted down to feel the pulse of the wounded soldier and found that his pulse was relatively stable. He nodded to Li Yue.