Now, do you know what kind of people you're dealing with?!

After finishing his short speech, Mo Ke Ding’s face paled and there was no light in his eyes anymore.

"I heard that quite a few of you went to the border last night. Are you planning on going back?" Qin Ze continued.

As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Keding inexplicably felt a chill.

The next moment, Qin Ze coldly said: "The day you step into here, don't even think about going back."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mokoding trembled. A sense of foreboding washed over him.

"On the way back, have you already...."

Huo Qubing let out a cold snort: "The path of life is cut off, there's only the path of death left!"

"To think that as the commander you would even consider surrender at this time is laughable!"

Bai Qi's face darkened beside him, and he coldly rebuked:

"You bunch of people, when you came here with hundreds of thousands of troops, you wanted to capture Xi'jing and annihilate us. What ambition! What desires!"

"Now we can't win, we've been defeated, scared! Are you still thinking about the possibility of surrendering?"

"You come alone, pretending to be righteous? Don't you even look in the mirror?"

"You pixelated soldiers, one comes at me, I kill one. I wish you all came so I could kill you!"

These words enraged Mo Ke Ding, his pale face flushed red with anger. But in the end, he could only helplessly lower his head.

"Let me go back to the barracks. I want to be with my men," he whispered.

Dian Wei let out a cold snort, and drew his iron halberd from his back. Qin Ze shook his head, and Dian Wei put it away.

The next instant, Qin Ze roared out in fury:

Now, do you know what kind of people your Gu Yuan Nation is facing? Get lost!!

Moko's eyes widened in terror, leaving behind only fear. He trembled and mounted his horse, his teeth chattering as he galloped towards the military camp.

And behind him, Qin Ze led his army in a steady and unhurried march towards the front.

"No need to use cannons anymore, the people in their camp should have no power to fight back," Qin Ze said coldly.

Huo Qubing followed and said, "It seems that many of them went to the border last night. The people left in this camp are those who couldn't leave."

Moments later, the large army successfully arrived at the Tu Yuan camp, and the wooden gate of the camp was still open.

Immediately, the troops entered the camp in an orderly manner.

At a glance, Bai Qi saw countless corpses littering the camp. Yet, some tents still emitted rustling sounds.

Bai Qi's face darkened, and with a wave of his hand, he roared, "Eliminate them! Leave none alive!"

Qin Ze looked at Huo Qubing and said, "Those who fled to the border must have had a rough journey. You go ahead with your men!"

"Just leave this to Bai Qi!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the army split into two. One contingent immediately marched to the final battlefield...

...Within a tent in the camp, Mokoding knelt on the ground, staring at several corpses around him. He expressionlessly drew his dagger.

This time, he didn't hesitate. The moment his eyes closed, he plunged the dagger into his throat......

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As time went by, it was soon afternoon.

Mittler led the remaining tens of thousands of troops on their march, moving at a snail's pace.

In fact, quite a few people have fallen behind along the way, and most of those who fell behind froze to death in this cold night.

The fighting during the day, coupled with the constant travel and leaving at night, had left both men and horses exhausted. By the later hours of the night, the army's pace was several times slower than usual.

The cold was assaulting everyone, and they didn't even have time to build a fire, cook some food, or boil some water. So all they could do was chew on dry rations and drink the icy water. Their bodies were at their limit.

But as the sun rose, it warmed their bodies which had grown stiff from the cold.

That's all for now—

Miter glanced at the sky. After noon, the sun was obscured by clouds, followed by a furious wind and a sudden drop in temperature.

Even though he was physically strong, at this moment, the cold wind could not help but make his lips purple and his hands so frozen that he could hardly move his fingers.

"Ugh—"

He let out a heavy sigh, a thin wisp of vapor rising from his lips.

"Come on, keep up! It's not far. Over that hill ahead and you'll see the bridge," Mitt yelled.

"A weak and lifeless voice answered from behind.

Mittler turned his head to glance at the rear of the column. Many were walking, their warhorses too exhausted from yesterday's exertions to move another step. No matter how hard they pulled, they wouldn't budge.

Having no other choice, they could only choose to walk down.

Seeing the dejected faces of everyone, Mitt shook his head, a sudden wave of resentment washing over him.

"This grudge! I will get it back sooner or later! King Zhenbei, you wait for me!"

"Next spring, I will lead the strongest army here. By then, I will personally kill you!"

Speaking of this, Mitter gritted his teeth, his face full of ferocity.

This trip to Xijing was the most humiliating experience of his life. Whether he was fighting in Tu Yuan's territory or engaging in battles with smaller countries around Tu Yuan, he had never been defeated like this before.

This enormous shame was completely unacceptable to Mettle.

At this moment, recalling yesterday's experience on the battlefield - being struck by boulders and burned by flames - Mithril felt both rage and fear.

And the army continued to advance, beginning to climb over that rise.

Mite's steed led the way. He tightened his grip on the reins and kicked his horse's flanks, prompting an unhappy whinny as it strained to climb upward.

A moment later, Mitre reached the top of the slope.

The next moment, his eyes contracted, and his mouth opened involuntarily.

Ahead, three miles out, on that bridge, countless giant stones were piled high. There were also many scattered stones on the bridge surface.

Mite stood dumbfounded.

He blinked, then rubbed his cold fingers against his eyes, his pupils widening.

At that moment, gasps of surprise came from the soldiers standing beside him.

"The bridge, the bridge is blocked!!"

"How could the bridge be blocked?!"

"How is this.... "

Various sounds flooded into Mitt's ears, and he froze, feeling his breath catch in his throat.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, his pale face began to flush crimson, prominent veins throbbing on his handsome features. He finally couldn't contain himself and roared in anger:

"When did the bridge get blocked! When did the bridge get blocked!"

"When did they get stuck?!"

"My bridge!!!"

His golden hair had long since spread out, its messiness falling across his forehead. Miter roared like a madman, his eyes blazing with fury.

His voice even became sharper because of it.

After a frenzied roar, he gasped for breath, his head drooping limply.

There seemed to be something welling up in his eyes. Mittler covered his face, trembling.

The general beside him, Tuo Wanmian, remained expressionless. He lifted his head to glance at the overcast sky above, where wisps of snowflakes were drifting down.

"Go back, General Metreil," Torvan said.

"There's no going back...no going back..." Mettere covered his face and sobbed.

"Let's return to the military camp, General Mokoding and King Zhenbei. Let's have our final battle together."

Miteer slammed his hand down and roared wildly, "No! How could we possibly go back to the barracks now!"

"There's still a chance! We can go back!!"

"Come on! To the bridge! Move those stones! Shoo them away! Clear the obstacles, I want to get back to Tu Yuan!"

Miter turned his head and shouted to the people behind him, "Follow me! Move the stones! Get them all out of the way!"

But at that moment, he suddenly realized that almost everyone behind him had fallen silent.

The people behind him trembled, their faces no longer pale but a sickly purple. Some of them struggled to hold onto their weapons.

Given their current physical condition, how could they possibly move so many massive stones?

Tovan looked at the stones on the bridge and shook his head; “General Mitre, we can’t go any farther.”

"At the beginning, enlisting was a wrong choice. If I hadn't left, I would have stayed with Marshal Mo Ko Ding and fought to the death against General Zhen Bei's army... perhaps..."

At this point, he paused.

Because he knew there wasn't a sliver of possibility for victory, the moment he arrived here, it was truly over.

Xi'an, has truly become everyone's graveyard.

"Bullsh*t! Get it moved for me! I'm going back!"

"Come, come! Follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mithril lashed out at his horse's flanks and galloped towards the bridge...

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