"Young master, we can't pursue them anymore! Otherwise, we won't be able to return to Tulunchuan. " Zhamu frowned as he looked at the remaining seven hundred men of the Tubo army. The continuous pursuit had caused many Tubo casualties, and their water supply had been greatly depleted. If this continued, they would probably be completely wiped out in the desert.
Lun Trinling hesitated. "But the firearms supervisor is already spent."
Victory was right in front of him, so how could Lun Trinling be willing to give up? He was extremely unwilling, but the situation of the Tubo army was already very bad. Not only was their water supply about to run out, even their food was almost depleted. In the past few days, the Tubo army had already begun to slaughter their horses. However, the desert was barren, and the Tubo army could only eat raw horse meat. The ones that were truly at their limits were the warhorses. The Tubo warhorses had only been able to graze on some grass in the oasis, and the rest depended on the fodder they had brought along.
It wasn't just the Tubo army that was like this, but the firearms supervisor was also in a similar situation. However, the firearms supervisor had been carrying beans with sufficient heat, and they had been carrying two horses at the time, so it was relatively better.
Zhamu advised. "We only need to get close to Tulunchuan. First, we can obtain supplies first. Second, we only need to block Mo Jiazi outside of Tulunchuan, and that will be enough to exhaust Mo Jiazi to death in the desert."
Lun Trinling was unwilling. "You and I both know how difficult it is to deal with Mo Jiazi. If we lose this opportunity, I'm afraid we'll regret it for the rest of our lives.
Zhamu said calmly, "If we want to know whether Mo Jiazi is an arrow at the end of its flight, we only need to retreat and see if the firearms supervisor is chasing after us."
Lun Trinling was still moved, and nodded. If Mo Jiazi immediately went to find water, then he would definitely be at the end of his road. If Mo Jiazi continued to tangle with them, then Mo Jiazi would probably still have water.
His desire to live made him no longer hesitate. He ordered his horse to turn around and head in the direction of Tulunchuan. After all, if he insisted on going his own way, the hundreds of soldiers would probably be buried in the yellow sand.
"Trying to leave? It's too late!" Meton sneered when he saw Tubo's army retreating through his binoculars.
With the condensation method, the firearms supervisor could hold out for a very long time in the desert, but the remnants of Tubo's army were destined to weaken with each passing day. This battle had been decided from the moment they entered the desert, and all Lun Trinling had done was find an oasis to linger on for a while.
"Don't hesitate to use the water. Chase!" Meton waved his hand and fed Shadowless with water and beans. Then, he stepped on the yellow sand and chased after the remnants of Tubo's army.
The other Firearms Supervisor officers followed suit, and soon, the relationship between the hunter and the hunted was reversed.
"Damn it! How could Mo Jiazi have water?" Linqin Ling couldn't help but feel powerless when he saw the nearby Firearms Supervisor chasing after them.
He had clearly been entangled with Mo Jiazi this entire time and was certain that Mo Jiazi hadn't found an oasis, but the Firearms Supervisor's water supply hadn't run out and had maintained a certain level of fighting power.
In contrast, the remnants of Tubo's army had run out of water and were gradually losing their fighting power. Linqin Ling could clearly feel the weakness of his warhorse. Moreover, the sand wasn't conducive for horses to gallop, and their marching speed was greatly reduced.
The two armies, one in front and one behind, retreated in the direction of Tulunchuan while the Firearms Supervisor pursued them. In just a few exchanges, the Firearms Supervisor had already inflicted heavy damage on the thirsty remnants of Tubo's army. Now, there were less than five hundred men left, and their strength wasn't much different from the Firearms Supervisor's.
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"Young Master, the Firearms Supervisor's water supply really hasn't run out, but we've already used up more than half of our water supply. We must reach Tulunchuan as soon as possible, or we'll be dragged to death by Mo Jiazi in the desert," Zhamu said gravely. The Mo Family was trying their best to drag them into the desert. Clearly, they were still able to persist. However, the remnants of the Tibetan army could no longer persist. If this continued, they would probably be completely annihilated in the desert.
"But we're still at least two days away from Tulunchuan," Linqin Ling said anxiously.
Because of the constant entanglement of the Firearms Supervisor, the speed of Tubo's army had been greatly reduced. In addition, the continuous fighting had greatly increased the amount of water they needed. The remnants of Tubo's army had already run out of water, and Tulunchuan was still very far away.
"There's only one option left. This subordinate is willing to cover Young Master's retreat. Young Master, hurry to Tulunchuan. Tulunchuan is currently under Yu Tian's control, so he won't dare offend Tubo. He will definitely cover Young Master's retreat to Tubo." Zhamu resolutely handed his water sack to Linqin Ling.
The rest of the Tubo soldiers did the same. The remaining 500 Tubo soldiers finally formed a group of 50 guards for Lun Trinling. The rest of them turned around without hesitation and charged at the firearms supervisor who was chasing after them.
Linqin Ling couldn't help but choke up at the sight of these resolute soldiers, but he forced himself to hold back. In this arid desert, even shedding tears was a luxury.
"Let's go!" Linqin Ling waved his hand and urged his horse to gallop in the direction of Tulunchuan. Behind him, battle cries could be heard.
"Cutting off your tail to survive?" Meton snorted at the charging remnants of Tubo's army. They had been entangled in the desert for too long, and it was time to end it.
"Three-stage ballista fire!" Meton waved his hand. Even in the desert, the Tang Army remained in formation. In a flash, ballista bolts rained down on the remnants of Tubo's army.
In this desert, cavalry was weakened to the extreme, and their horses were exhausted, so their speed was even slower. Meanwhile, the Firearms Supervisor's ballistae were still sharp, and the remnants of Tubo's army were thrown off their horses.
But the remnants of Tubo's army were extremely fierce. They braved the ballista bolts and continued to charge, intending to use the last of their strength to drag the Firearms Supervisor into the desert.
"Grenades!" Moton shouted again, and a series of explosions rang out.
By the time the remnants of Tubo's army clashed with the Firearms Supervisor's soldiers, less than half of them were left, and the Firearms Supervisor's soldiers quickly killed them all.
Thump! Zhamu, who had been struck several times, fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were lifeless. This time, he wasn't so lucky. However, his heart was calm, because Lun Trinling should have already fled far away.
"Young Master, Lun Trinling has fled!" Zhang Mu said worriedly.
Hearing this, Meton sneered and said, "Lun Trinling is smart all his life, but he is stupid now. You made a lot of mistakes, but you shouldn't have fled alone. Keep chasing Lun Trinling."
Of course, Morton's Bloodthirsty Spur was not meant to kill the warhorses of the Firearms Division, but the warhorses of the Tubo Army. The Tubo Army had several hundred warhorses. Even if some of the warhorses managed to escape from the battlefield, the Firearms Division had captured two hundred of them. These two hundred warhorses were like two hundred jugs of water that Lun Trinling had given them.
All the soldiers of the Firearms Supervisor cheered. Although horse blood was bloody, it was a rare quench for the thirsty soldiers of the Firearms Supervisor.
Soon, with the whining of Tubo's horses, the entire Firearms Supervisor seemed to have been reborn.
"Keep chasing!" Meton wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted.
Immediately, the entire Firearms Supervisor quickened their pace and headed for the Tulun River. This time, they could not let Lun Trinling escape.
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