"Quickly move these stones! Move these stones away, and we can go back!"

At this moment, almost everyone stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at Mitri.

Mitri's hair was disheveled, yet he continued to scream shrilly:

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and move it! Don't worry about anything else! Just move it for me!"

"Do you all want to die here?!"

The lieutenant hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke: "General Mitri, I'm not leaving. I'm going back to fight alongside them!"

He looked at the densely packed stones again and said, "There's no going back, General Mitri."

Once he finished speaking, he didn't hesitate any longer and turned to leave.

The rest of the Eagle Army soldiers followed closely behind, and everyone started running.

Mitri shouted urgently, "Don't leave! Come back here! Are you going to disobey my orders?!"

"Come back! Come back!"

No one responded to him; everyone left the bridge.

Mitri continued to roar in a hoarse voice, but his voice grew fainter and fainter...

In the end, he collapsed to his knees, utterly exhausted.

Looking at the mountain-like stones, Mitri gritted his teeth and took off his armor.

Then he began to climb upwards.

As the commander of the elite cavalry Eagle Army, Mitri's physical abilities were among the best in the entire Tuyuan Kingdom.

After taking off his armor, Mitri felt much lighter. Although it was a bit cold, he felt more agile.

Ignoring the sounds of fighting and screams coming from behind, he focused intently and cautiously on his ascent...

A moment later, he used his agility to finally climb to the middle section.

A loud "bang" was heard.

Mitri shuddered and nearly fell off the rock, losing his grip.

"Bang bang bang!"

Then several loud crashes followed, the sound of stones falling.

"Huff—" Mitri's face was pale, and he breathed heavily. He didn't even dare to look back.

He continued climbing, becoming increasingly careful, knowing that falling from this height, given his current physical condition, would be a terrible fall.

"Rustling!"

Then came a different sound—the sound of an iron-feathered arrow being shot.

Immediately following were a series of shrill screams.

The neighing of horses, the wailing of men, the sound of corpses falling to the ground—all sorts of sounds drilled into Mitri's ears.

His face was completely drained of color, his handsome features were now distorted, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like an old man, his eyes filled with fear.

Fortunately, he was very steady on his feet. Although he was afraid and panicked, he managed to climb to the top with little effort.

He ignored the fighting behind him and tried his best not to listen to the sounds behind him.

Mitri couldn't remember exactly how long it took to climb; a layer of snow had accumulated, and all he wanted to do now was get to the top.

His body was covered in blood, but none of the wounds were from fighting the enemy; they were from scratches and cuts caused by rocks while climbing.

Despite his injuries, he was almost over the top.

The summit is just ahead!

Looking at the rock at the top, Mitri knew that if he could climb over it, he could return home, which filled him with a sense of joy.

He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and launched his final leap.

He reached out his hand and grabbed the stone!

As if grasping at the last straw, in that instant, he wanted to burst into wild laughter.

but--

With a loud clang.

The jewel-encrusted, magnificent and luxurious sword fell from his waist.

That was the sword of glory he never abandoned, even after taking off his armor.

But now, it has accidentally fallen down.

Mitri's heart seemed to stop for a moment, and he finally turned around to look.

Upon seeing that, his eyes narrowed sharply, his whole body trembled involuntarily, and at the same time, a deep despair swept over him.

So, it turns out that so much time has passed without us even realizing it?

Most of the people behind him had already fallen, and the remaining ones had dropped their weapons and were surrounded!

Meanwhile, the army of the Prince of Zhenbei watched them from a distance.

The leading man was wearing a white cloak and was very young. Beside him was a young and handsome officer.

Next to him was a man with a gloomy face and a terrifying appearance, his eyes revealing a sharp edge.

On the other side was a burly man wielding two halberds, his face displaying a mocking expression.

"Such a fine sword has fallen, aren't you going to come down and pick it up?" the man wielding twin halberds said with a loud laugh.

Mitri's lips trembled as he hurriedly grabbed the rocks and climbed upwards.

"If you don't want it, then I'll take it, haha."

Dian Wei sheathed his twin halberds and strode down the rocky mountain.

Huo Qubing took out his bow and arrows from his back, preparing to nock and shoot, but Bai Qi stopped him, looking at Qin Ze and saying:

"My lord, I think we don't need to kill them."

Qin Ze understood what he meant, and nodded as he looked at the snow falling all around him.

Bai Qi pursed his lips slightly, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes, then he turned around and called out:

"Come on, bury them!"

"This concludes this chapter!"

The snow started as light snow and then turned into heavy snow, and now it's falling even heavier, but even so, there's no sign of it stopping; it seems like it'll be snowing for a long time...