Following Liu Mang in the charge, Victor Bolen, covered in blood and with red eyes, looked at Liu Mang with awe and admiration. He immediately executed the order after receiving it.

There were almost six to seven hundred wolf cavalry left, and they were quickly divided into five squads, chasing the lion cavalry who wanted to escape.

There are only six people left here in Liu Mang, him and Big Fatty Li.

Several people were tired, really, really tired. They were all panting heavily, like cows, even if they didn't take any action, they were just riding a giant wolf to follow the succubus Ruby in Liu Mang's wolf cavalry team.

, are all very tired.

After regaining a little strength, Liu Mang turned his head and walked slowly to the three thousand lion tribe's army.

A total of three thousand people, holding bows and arrows or scimitars and spears, have long been placed on the ground, but they still look majestic.

The Lion Tribe is a powerful race among the Orc Tribe. Their individual strength is stronger than that of tigers and wolves. Adult Lion Tribe men are generally over two meters tall. They are all muscular and aggressive, and most of them have scars on their bodies.

If you pick one out at random, it will look quite scary, let alone an army of three thousand people standing together. Even if the morale is low, it will look quite impressive from a distance.

But no matter how many of them there were, facing Liu Mang and his party, who only had a few people coming, they were all terrified.

In their eyes, Liu Mang is the God of Killing, the God of War, a brave and unparalleled presence on the battlefield. Under his leadership, the Wolf Cavalry is like the scimitar of death. It is unknown how many lion soldiers have been killed, and no one can stop him.

His pace, and no one can stop the blade in his hand.

Liu Mang was getting closer and closer, but the lion army of three thousand people made no sound at all. No one dared to make a sound. They all looked at him in awe and fear, not knowing what he would do.

Liu Mang had already rode a giant wolf close to him, looking coldly at the Lion Clan soldiers. These guys' individual strength was much stronger than the average Orc Clan warriors, not to mention so many people gathered together. If it weren't for the Wolf Clan,

Cavalry, it is not easy to defeat the lion army.

But those things don't matter, the important thing is that now Liu Mang has won, killed the commander of the lion army, and surrendered thousands of lion soldiers.

It's just that how to deal with these guys, we can't just kill them all.

If I really want to kill him, how can I kill him?

Big Fatty Li said: "Brother, what are you going to do? Are you going to do it like they did in Black Stone Town?"

Liu Mang said: "Even if I want to do that, I don't have that many pillars and hay. Don't worry, wait until the wolf cavalry clears the battlefield."

The fighting on the main battlefield has ended. Thousands of Yangjiao City miscellaneous cavalry drove the Lion Clan's surrender troops to Liu Mang's place, trapping all the surrender troops in one place.

The thousand deserters who had abandoned Count Tito and fled had also been driven over by the wolf cavalry. A total of five or six thousand surrendered soldiers were circled together, densely packed with heads.

From the motley army of Yangjiao City, a horse and a man from the Leopard tribe came to Liu Mang with a thick bandage on his leg. He first gave Liu Mang a courtesy, and then said: "I am Meng Ao, the lord of Yangjiao City.

, thank you for your intervention in rescuing our Giethoorn City. On behalf of the 100,000 people of Giethoorn City, I thank you for your kindness."

Liu Mang waved his hand, "You are all Emily's subjects, which means you are also my subjects, so you don't have to be polite. How are the casualties over there in Yangjiao City?"

Meng Ao couldn't help but sigh when he mentioned the casualties, and said with a wry smile: "It's good if you can defend Yangjiao City. It's already good if you can hold it. Ahem..."

Meng Ao coughed violently and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Liu Mang said: "It seems that you are seriously injured. Come on, I will give you a few pills. Find a big vat and fill it with water. Let it melt and give it to the wounded to drink."

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Liu Mang gave Meng Ao a dozen of the best healing medicine and concentration pills. Meng Ao didn't know what the medicine was and didn't dare to ask, so he hurried to take it.

In Yangjiao City, countless people came out and were busy cleaning the battlefield and separating the corpses. The corpses of the lion soldiers were thrown aside randomly, and the corpses of the beast warriors and the wolf cavalry were all neatly stacked together.

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If the beast tribe is found injured, they will be sent for treatment immediately. If the lion tribe is found injured, they will be beaten to death immediately. They will be beaten to death by the angry crowd with swords, fists and feet!

"When we are sitting in a warm house eating hot soup, but the cold north wind is howling outside the window and blizzards are falling from the sky, my warriors are enduring the test of hunger. The swords and guns in your hands must be extremely heavy.

But you will not be afraid of the enemy, no matter how powerful they are, because you are our strongest defenders. Thank you, it is your sweat, your tears, your blood, courage and strong soul that protect us.

Peace, no matter where you are, you are our great heroes. The Fox King will remember you, we will remember you, and the descendants of the entire beast clan will remember you. Even if your bodies decay, even if your bones are buried

A foreign land still lives in our hearts. Great heroes, rest in peace. King Fox and we will take care of your parents, your wife and children. You, and we, are the ones who protect them from the enemy.

Devastated, thank you, thank you! My most beloved great heroes, rest in peace..."

The orc wizards sang songs to soothe the heroic spirits on the battlefield full of blood and corpses. I don’t know how many people shed tears silently.

It was gradually approaching dusk, the battlefield had been cleaned, and the injured drank Liu Mang's medicine and all recovered.

The corpses of the orcs were neatly stacked together. The exact number has been reported to Liu Mang. A total of more than 3,000 people died in the battle, including those who died during the siege and those who died outside the city. Most of them were inside Yangjiao City.

Ordinary people, warriors who stand up in times of crisis.

Looking at the corpses of the warriors placed densely on the ground, and looking at the crying people beside the corpses, Liu Mang couldn't help but sigh.

More than 3,000 people were lost only on the side of the Orcs. It was just a siege, and so many people were killed and injured!

This is war, a tragic war that people living in peaceful times cannot experience at all.

The wolf cavalry has returned, driving back many prisoners. Most of the lion cavalry who escaped were either hunted down or captured, and only a few escaped.

The number of prisoners increased again. According to an estimate, about 7,000 people were captured, and the vast majority of the Lion Clan soldiers were captured.
Chapter completed!