Mitri bowed his head, clutched the cross pendant, reverently placed it to his lips, and whispered:

“In the name of God, let me, Mitri, kill the King of Zhenbei and send his filthy soul to hell.”

"Eighty thousand warriors of Tuyuan, I will use the blood of the King of Zhenbei to cleanse your pure souls, so that you may rest in peace in heaven."

After saying this, Mitri stuffed the pendant into his pocket and continued, "God said that the King of Zhenbei is already showing signs of death, and he will go to hell."

The man in the fur coat frowned, his expression complex, but he still echoed, "The general is right!"

Mitri shook his head and solemnly corrected, "No, this is a revelation from God."

The man in the fur coat tensed up and added, "Yes, that's right."

Then he changed the subject:

"This time we have a large and brave army, and countless powerful weapons. Qin Ze will surely die at your hands!"

At this point, he took a deep breath, a surge of emotion welling up inside him.

After leaving the Northern Grasslands, he traveled to the Kingdom of Tuyuan, where he successfully became a staff member of Prince Arthur with his silver tongue.

The reason why the Kingdom of Tuyuan was able to send an army of 400,000 was because I explained the advantages and disadvantages to Prince Arthur.

They said they not only wanted to recapture Xijing, but also to kill Qin Ze. If he wasn't eliminated, he would take Xijing away sooner or later, and might even send a large army to conquer Tuyuan Kingdom.

Born in the northern grasslands, his experience of the Huma tribe's demise naturally added to his persuasiveness.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head slightly, gritted his teeth, and his face was full of fierceness.

"Qin Ze, you annihilated my Hu Ma tribe back then, and now I have brought the army of Tu Yuan Kingdom! This time, I will make you pay for your blood debt!"

"No! This entire operation will be destroyed, except for you!"

"Let me slaughter Sha Dong and witness your death with my own eyes!"

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Meanwhile, outside Xijing City.

In the Northern Liang army camp.

Countless warhorses pulled wooden carts, each carrying a huge stone, while soldiers led the horses to transport them.

Some of these boulders were brought from outside the city, while others were taken from within Xijing City. They were transported together, and the piled-up stones have almost formed a small mountain.

Despite the abundance of stones, the soldiers, like industrious worker ants, continued their tireless transport.

Moving the stones has been going on for two days now...

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P.S.: Some of the weapons required illustrations, but after finding them, I discovered they couldn't be inserted into the book. I suddenly realized I'm just a humble little author, not even qualified to upload images! (Sad!)

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