Amidst the howling winds and the fading moonlight, half of the Golgar soldiers, exhausted from a day's work, had already fallen asleep in the Verli army's camp. However, the other half remained awake, huddled in their tents, listening to the howling wind outside, and even after dawn, they dared not close their eyes.

The wind that had started at dusk did not stop after nightfall; instead, it grew stronger. Before entering their tents, the soldiers noticed that the moon in the night sky had become faint and indistinct, and dark clouds had returned without them noticing.

After midnight, the sentries on guard outside the camp keenly felt that the temperature in the air had dropped significantly, much colder than the previous two nights. This made them worry about the weather ahead. If the sun did not shine brightly the next day, Enzos might have to experience another cold wave.

The fall of the pass yesterday was still fresh in everyone's mind. The pressure from the enemy had already made the soldiers feel terrified. If the weather worsened, the thought of fighting in the mountains was enough to make them tremble.

Therefore, amidst their anxiety, some soldiers, despite being physically and mentally exhausted, dared not close their eyes and sleep peacefully. The camp was only a few kilometers away from the pass, which was considered a dangerous area. Although there were many sentries guarding the camp, it was still not reassuring.

Retreating overnight might be the safest option, but they had already spent a difficult day trekking through the mountains yesterday. Returning overnight would mean abandoning their artillery and traveling light, but they certainly couldn't abandon their weapons and ammunition. Therefore, they had to spend the night here.

Inside the main tent, like the seasoned veterans, Verri had not slept. He sat alone in a camp chair, covered with a thick blanket, but it did not bring him any warmth. As he pondered how to fight next, the more he thought, the more difficult it seemed.

If he had previously been confident in the ambush points he had set up on the main road, after these few days of fighting, he had reason to believe that if this trend continued, the troops entering the mountains would likely be bogged down in the mud. In addition to facing a formidable enemy, the harsh environment was also eroding the physical and mental well-being of everyone fighting here.

After an unknown amount of time, as Verri's eyelids grew heavy and his mind became hazy, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out.

"What?"

Verri suddenly opened his eyes, unconsciously shouted, and the next moment he shuddered and rushed out of the tent in a panic.

A sharp whistle shattered the stillness of the night. As Verri rushed out of his tent, he looked up to see countless soldiers scrambling out of their tents. At the same time, his deputy ran towards Verri, shouting:

"Sir, enemy attack!!!"

The sound of the whistle had already made Verley uneasy, as it was a warning sound from the sentries on guard outside the camp. Now, upon hearing the words "enemy attack," cold sweat instantly broke out on Verley's forehead. Perhaps it was too cold outside the tent, but a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and Verley involuntarily shivered.

"Don't panic! Prepare for battle!"

"Where did the enemy launch their attack from? Stop them!" Despite being in a state of panic, Verri reacted immediately and roared.

"boom!"

But amidst his shouts, the sound of cannons had already begun outside the camp.

"Quickly! Move out! Move out!" Verley shouted urgently, and the soldiers hurriedly grabbed their weapons and rushed to the high points on the outer edge of the camp, where the artillerymen had already set up a perimeter.

In the mountains outside the Golter army camp, the Yan army's two flank combat groups, which had organized the offensive, were attacking the outer perimeter of the Golter army. Since no troops were deployed on the main road, the Yan army was only carrying out small-scale but multi-angle attacks with multiple combat detachments.

At this moment, just after three o'clock in the morning, under the deep darkness of the night, a new round of fighting suddenly began.

Meanwhile, Dylan, who had received Kyle's urgent request for help earlier, had only arrived at the pass with his troops an hour earlier.

After arriving at the pass and meeting up with Kyle, Dylan immediately convened the officers to discuss the next battle plan. However, the discussion was interrupted by the sound of artillery fire echoing through the mountains less than an hour later.

At this moment, the officers, led by Dylan, had already rushed out of their tents and arrived at the high point of the pass.

The moonlight tonight was much dimmer than the previous two days, and the whole of Enzos seemed dark and gloomy, but the distant bursts of firelight were still exceptionally clear.

"Damn it! I knew it!" Kyle was both anxious and furious, and punched the air.

Dingle bit his lip, his pale face showing a particularly grave expression, and muttered, "This is troublesome. Just what I feared has come to pass..."

Dylan, who had only arrived at the mountain pass an hour earlier, just kept shaking his head, his weathered face full of helplessness. Ever since he received Kyle's urgent message for help, he had immediately led his troops into the mountains. Although the supplies had not yet arrived, the situation was urgent and he had no other choice.

Upon arriving at the pass, he learned from Kyle that Verley, who had rushed to reinforce the pass, had sent a messenger at one o'clock in the morning with news that the pass had fallen, which greatly surprised Dylan.

But soon, he sensed a huge crisis approaching. Since the pass had fallen and the troops in the mountains on both sides had been driven back by the enemy, the reinforcements would be in a very dangerous position. In the message he sent back, Verri said that he had ordered the troops to find a "relatively good" location to set up camp and prepare to return to the pass after dawn.

Kodil knew that time was of the essence in this battle. Verri was taking a very high risk in trying to get the army through the night safely. Although the enemy had just fought a tough battle, who could be sure that they wouldn't launch another offensive?

Several days ago, their main force had already entered the mountains, and now they have controlled a long section of the main road. Therefore, it is entirely possible that they could rotate their rear troops up the main road to launch an attack. Verri's idea was too simplistic, and he did not fully consider the risks involved.

Fortunately, Kyle, a trusted confidant, recognized the crisis. After receiving the message from Verli, he immediately dispatched a messenger to return on horseback to inform Verli to lead his troops back to the pass overnight. He also sent 5,000 light infantrymen down the main road to meet them and prevent a surprise attack by the Yan Kingdom on Verli's army.

However, only two hours have passed since they set off, yet the battle has already begun.

Hearing the thunderous cannon fire, Dylan sighed heavily and turned to Kyle, saying, "This time, we're not only going to lose a lot of men, but we'll also suffer heavy losses."