However, Beimo's method of cooking meat did not achieve the desired effect, so he brought Xie Qichen out.

Xie Qichen was seriously injured and lay on the tank, unable to get up. It was only with the special methods used by the military doctors of Beimo that Xie Qichen regained consciousness briefly.

"Listen up, soldiers of the Great Zhou. Your commander, General Xie, has surrendered to the Northern Desert and is now our Grand General. We in the Northern Desert have always been close to the Great Zhou, and we will treat the soldiers who surrender with courtesy and provide them with very good treatment. Now, this prince is giving you a chance. If you lay down your weapons and come to our side, you will have a brighter future."

"Bullshit! We all know who General Xie is. Don't think a few words of slander can shake our morale."

Prince Beimo saw that his method did not achieve the desired effect, but he was not angry. Beiling City would belong to Beimo sooner or later anyway, and the 300,000 troops under Prince Chen would sooner or later become the dead souls of their Beimo.

Although he had just promised not to kill those who surrendered, it did not mean that he would not kill others. If his father ordered the killing of the surrendered soldiers of the Great Zhou, then he would have no way to do anything.

The two armies confronted each other like this. The Great Zhou did not dare to send troops easily because they took Xie Qichen into consideration.

Xie Qichen was clearly worthy of being the commander-in-chief of the army. He was a truly indomitable man. Regardless of his injuries, he shouted loudly: "Listen, Beiling City garrison, don't worry about me, just go to war with Beimo directly."

Xie Qichen's words made Prince Beimo extremely angry. He didn't want to really start a war. He was still thinking about conserving his troops and directly attacking the capital of Da Zhou. He couldn't afford to lose soldiers now.

But no matter whether Prince Beimo was willing or not, the war finally broke out.

At Banyue Villa in Qingshan Prefecture, Xie Ruiyuan was still busy with disaster relief work.

Even though Xie Ruiyuan knew that Li Mengyue could teleport and it would not take more than ten days to get from Qingshan Prefecture to Beiling City, and he could reach his destination in the blink of an eye, he was still worried about Beiling City.

According to his speculation, Beiling City is now out of ammunition and food, and the situation is extremely critical. It needs a large amount of food and grass, and he needs to be there in person.

However, heavy snow fell north of Qingshan Prefecture, bringing great disaster to the people, and he had no way to leave immediately.

Only by racing against time and arranging everything can I go to Beiling City with peace of mind.

After all, he left, and Qingshan Prefecture was in chaos. If the refugees from the two prefectures, who had been settled with great difficulty, were to be left with nowhere to go again due to another snowstorm, it would definitely be a huge blow to the refugees.

He didn't know how many refugees would be able to hold on when that time came, or how many refugees would be instigated to do irrational things, eventually causing disaster and causing serious losses to the refugees themselves and the country.

The snow disaster affected half of the Great Zhou. If this had happened in the past, no matter how capable he was or how many capable ministers the court sent, it would have been difficult to resolve it.

But fortunately, he met Li Mengyue. No matter how big the difficulties he encountered, it seemed that they were not too difficult in Li Mengyue's hands.

Sometimes he was also grateful for his good fortune. He was born into a royal family and was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Even though there were always conspiracies and tricks around him, there were always people who wanted to kill him. His food, clothing and housing were all top-notch.

In order to save his life, his father sent him to the northern border and into the military camp even though he was still young.

He lived up to everyone's expectations. He grew from a small soldier to the commander-in-chief of the entire army. He led the army to countless victories and became the god of war in the hearts of the people.