"Enemy soldiers are coming! Run!"

"Run!"

Mokodin felt a chill run down his spine.

Mitri immediately stuffed the cross pendant into his pocket and shouted, "Quick! Quick!"

"Return to camp immediately!"

"Don't linger, they've laid an ambush!"

As he spoke, he spurred his horse and galloped away at breakneck speed.

Fortunately, the camp was just ahead, not far away, so in no time at all, the people in front had successfully entered the barracks.

Meanwhile, Huo Qubing didn't pursue them too closely; he simply led his archers to launch long-range arrow attacks.

Under the cover of darkness, the Yuan soldiers could hardly see the arrows they were shooting, and they were all panicked and confused. They did not fight back, but only cared about running away. After several rounds of arrows, countless more people in the rear of the column died.

A moment later.

Seeing that most of the soldiers had already fled into the camp, and that his quiver of arrows was nearly empty, but that there were more corpses on the ground, Huo Qubing smiled slightly and shouted to his archers:

"Be careful! I'll deal with you later!"

After shouting a few times, Huo Qubing led his archers to retreat.

A soldier asked, "General, we're running low on arrows. Are we coming back tonight?"

Huo Qubing shook his head and chuckled softly:

"No need to come. A little scare is enough. They're like a pack of stray dogs right now, seeing threats everywhere. A few shouts from us will keep them up all night."

"Let's go back to our tents and get some sleep. Tomorrow is the day for the final battle!"

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Meanwhile, once everyone returned to the camp, the Tu Yuan soldiers immediately blocked the entrance, which put everyone's minds at ease.

Inside the tent, Mokhadin was furious.

"What did you say? There were only a few thousand people chasing us just now?"

The subordinate sighed and said, "Yes, Marshal, there are only a few thousand men."

"But nobody knows how many people are behind them, so we dare not go to fight them. If we get trapped..."

Mokodin, his face grim, waved his hand to interrupt him: "I understand."

"Make proper arrangements for night watch, just in case they come back tonight."

"Also, let the rest of you get some rest. After a long day, everyone is exhausted and needs to be properly rested."

"Yes, Marshal!"

After his men left, Mokhadin slumped onto a stool, took off his helmet, touched his smooth head, and sighed heavily.

After a sigh, Mokodin rubbed his sore eyes.

"So many people have died, how...how can I face them...?"

"How can I report back to the Emperor...? Alas!"

Mokhadin, looking dejected, clenched his hands and sighed repeatedly in the tent...

In another tent.

Mitri paced back and forth in the tent with a gloomy face, muttering to himself incessantly:

"No...no, we can't stay here any longer. They'll definitely attack again."

"My lifelong reputation cannot be ruined here. I must return home as soon as possible!"

At this point, he took out the pendant from his chest, knelt down devoutly, and placed the pendant to his lips, chanting:

"My lord, the divine message I received in my dream on the day I left the country foretold a great victory in the Western Capital, but today..."

"Your divine decree cannot be wrong. Could it be that the timing is off? Is it not today?"

He lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and then said:

"God bless me and let me return home safely. I will fulfill Your revelation in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mitri stood up and hurriedly walked out of the tent...