"Leng Feng, go find out what happened and come back as soon as you can."

"Yes, Major General."

The 100,000-man army was forced to halt and wait until Leng Feng returned. He looked more panicked than ever before and lowered his voice, "We've fallen into a trap. The Xiongnu camp is an empty shell..."

"Those left behind are Xiongnu soldiers infected with the plague. The Second General has sealed the entrances and exits, not allowing a single black-armored soldier to escape."

Jiang Ling felt a pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. He forced himself to speak: "Plague? How could it be a plague? Why didn't the spies find out about it?"

Leng Feng remained silent. He had not expected that the Huns' previous fierce attack had such a hidden agenda behind it.

Once the army pressed into the Hun camp, the plague would surely spread. How could the soldiers, who were short of food and had contracted the plague, fight against the ferocious Hun soldiers?

Jiang Baichuan raised his head upon hearing this, and seeing that the sky was about to brighten, he said in a deep voice, "Retreat, the entire army, withdraw to the main camp. From now on, we will investigate whether there are any people who have contracted the plague."

"Send someone else to find a way to deliver food to Wangchuan Cliff. Be careful not to make contact, and find a way to throw the food in."

"Yes, Marshal!"

The sky gradually brightened.

Jiang Ling was just about to send food and medicinal herbs to Wangchuan Cliff, but before he even left the camp, officials from the imperial court arrived.

Huo Ying'an, the leader, dismounted and entered the military camp. He took out a bright yellow imperial edict and said arrogantly, "Marshal Jiang, please accept it."

Only after seeing the person kneeling down did he slowly open the imperial edict.

"By the providence of Heaven, the Emperor decrees that the Jiang army and the Xiongnu have been locked in a stalemate for too long, and they must be exhausted. I have specially ordered the Huo army to come to their aid..."

After Huo Ying'an finished reading the imperial edict, he said proudly, "Grand Marshal, you understand. From now on, the war against the Huns will be left to my Huo family army."

"You are too tired, it's time to have a good rest."

General Wang couldn't help but lose his temper when he heard this, and he started to scold: "The Huo family's brat is so arrogant, why didn't you come earlier? Now the battle with the Huns is about to be won."

"You're picking fruit at this time, isn't that too shameless? Didn't Old Man Huo tell you what shamelessness is?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Huo Ying'an's face turned ugly.

Just as he was about to attack, the military advisor's voice rang out beside him: "Sir, calm down. Don't forget what the master said. It's not appropriate to fall out with them at this time."

"It is most important to repel the Huns as soon as possible and win a victory. Don't forget His Majesty's words and don't get angry."

Huo Ying'an took a deep breath and curled his lips: "General Wang, what you said is true. How can this general be shameless? It's clearly because the Jiang family army can't win."

"With winter approaching, Your Majesty is worried and wants me to provide support. What's wrong with that?"

"Okay, from today on, you guys step back and rest, and leave the rest to us."

Jiang Baichuan and Jiang Ling looked at each other and exchanged glances.

Jiang Ling took a step forward with a gentle smile on his face. "General Huo is right. From today on, the Jiang family army will withdraw to the open space, and this camp will be given to you."

"I wish the Huo family army a triumphant return!"

"Oh, that's natural. My Huo family army has always been brave. But before you withdraw, please explain the situation clearly."

"It's natural."

Inside the tent

Huo Ying'an stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with fear, his voice trembling a little: "What did you just say, plague? Where did the plague come from at this time?"

Jiang Ling's expression remained calm. He sighed after hearing this: "It's a trick of the Huns. They left an empty camp in an attempt to lure the Dagan army over..."

Seeing that man retreat unconsciously with a vigilant look in his eyes, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. What a coward, yet he wanted to control the military camp.

Pretending to be ignorant, he approached a little closer: "General Huo, what's wrong with you? You seem to be feeling unwell."

Huo Ying'an's face turned grim, and he raised his hand: "Stop, Major General, don't come over here. Have you been exposed to the plague? Did you bring it back to the barracks?"

Jiang Ling shook his head and said slowly, "No, this is all thanks to my second brother who sacrificed himself to seal off the Forgotten Cliff and prevent the plague from spreading."

"If there is still plague among the Xiongnu, once the war breaks out and it spreads, it could be a disaster for the soldiers of Dagan."

Huo Ying'an lowered his eyes, hiding the viciousness in them, and said coldly: "In this case, for the sake of the soldiers, no one at the bottom of Wangchuan Cliff can be left alive."

"You all know how terrible the plague is better than I do. If someone escapes and causes the plague to spread, no one can bear the consequences."

"I hope the Marshal will be ruthless and abandon those thousands of black armored soldiers."

When Jiang Baichuan heard this, he slammed his hand on the table.

"How dare you! I am the commander-in-chief of Southern Xinjiang. His Majesty asked you to come here only to start a war with the Xiongnu, not to kill the Dagan soldiers."

Huo Ying'an snorted, "Grand Marshal, you're worried about your son's death, so you're taking the risk to save those thousands of people. If the plague spreads, how will you explain it to His Majesty?"

"Spread? Impossible. They've sealed the entrances and exits. It's impossible to get out without external help."

"The Huo family's little one is sometimes too cruel. If you kill everyone, it will not do any good to your Huo family."

Jiang Baichuan looked at the people beside him and whispered, "Go, quickly send them food and medicine, and keep an eye on their condition."

Jiang Ling hummed and left quickly.

As for Huo Ying'an, if he really dares to act recklessly, he will never be able to return alive. Accidents are normal on the battlefield, and the spies have been dealt with. What can Your Majesty do to the Jiang family without evidence!

At the bottom of the Forgotten River Cliff.

Thousands of soldiers sat cross-legged, their faces filled with anxiety: "Second General, we can't go out. There's not much food here."

"We still don't know what this plague is, how long it will last, and how we're going to survive."

Jiang Ziang was anxious, but his expression remained calm: "There will be a way. Look around the cliffs to see if there are any fruits we can eat."

"Food will definitely be delivered. Marshal Father will not give up on us. Everyone, hold on. If you haven't been infected with the plague, you will be able to get out soon."

"...Well, can we still get out? Those Hun soldiers who were infected with the plague said that no one who was infected with the plague could survive."

Seeing that they were lifeless, Jiang Sheng coughed lightly and said, "Second General, I'm going to check the water source over there. I'll boil some water for everyone to drink later."

Seeing this, Jiang Ziang stood up and wanted to follow him: "Wait, I'll go with you. There may be poisonous snakes on the cliff, so be careful."

"No need, Second General, please wait here. I'm a doctor, how could I be poisoned? Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

He waved his hand and started walking around the bottom of the cliff.

Jiang Sheng looked at the small stream, reached out and touched it, it was very cold, it must have flowed down from the mountain. He had water, but he would have to look for food.

I looked up and vaguely saw something. I climbed up the vine and looked at the bright red fruits, which were probably the size of lychees, densely packed on the tree.