Mongwu Khan Totaabuqa received the battle report from Qingshui River at almost the same time as Li Xuan.
His face instantly turned purple with rage, his eyes filled with unwillingness, as his breath became oppressively somber and deep.
"Damn Burigude!"
After about twenty breaths of silence, Totaabuqa let out a roar like that of a lion.
He was like a human tornado, knocking over all the desks and mats inside the tent, shattering dozens of gold and silver vessels and porcelain before his emotions gradually calmed down.
Then Totaabuqa gritted his teeth and said, "Order all the Wanhu to immediately begin preparations for the retreat! Also, scatter all our messengers to call back the sons who are looting outside! The faster, the better.
Furthermore, instruct my cousin Zhuoligetu Taiji to quickly lead four Wanhu to reinforce Zhangjiakou. I don't expect him to retake Fenghuang Mountain, but the route for our retreat from Zhangjiakou must be unobstructed!"
