In Tuyuan Kingdom, mentioning the name of the Eagle over the Red River will earn everyone's thumbs up!
The reason for this is Mitri's illustrious reputation!
Mitri was born in the Red River region of Tuyuan Kingdom. He fought on the battlefield at a young age and by the time he was twenty, he had already made numerous military achievements and was extremely famous, becoming a household name.
He is the goal that countless young men aspire to, and the most revered person among the soldiers on the battlefield!
In Tuyuan Kingdom, there is a saying that if Mitri had been present during the battle between Xijing and Da Gan five years ago, Xijing would never have been taken by Da Gan.
Unfortunately, Mitri did not participate in that battle; he fell seriously ill and missed the fight.
After that, the Tu Yuan army suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Chi Yan army.
From then on, Xijing became part of Daqian's territory.
Now, the Red River hero Mitri has personally led his troops here, which has greatly excited all the Tu Yuan soldiers in the area!
Inside the tent, Mokhadin grinned broadly.
"Excellent! Haha! Even Mitri has come. This time, Tu Yuan will surely win a great victory!"
"With an army of 400,000 plus my current 120,000 troops, that's 520,000 men! How can they possibly stop us from launching a full-scale attack? Hahaha!"
At this moment, Mokodin was so excited that his hands trembled slightly.
He hadn't expected that so many troops would be dispatched this time. With this number of troops, wouldn't they be able to sweep through the enemy lines?
Although the war has not yet begun, Mokhadin knows in his heart that once the war starts, it will inevitably be an overwhelming defeat!
The other generals in the tent, all with flushed faces, immediately spoke:
"Marshal, with the Emperor dispatching 400,000 troops this time, it seems that Xijing is within our grasp!"
Mokodin nodded and smiled, "Of course!"
"How can the Prince of Zhenbei possibly handle so many people?"
"If the Emperor of Da Gan doesn't send troops to support him, he'll be fighting alone. It seems it won't be long before he dies under our iron hooves!"
At this point, Mokhadin's gaze turned fierce, and he sneered:
"They killed 80,000 of my soldiers before; this time, I will annihilate their entire army!"
"Let their flesh and blood cover this land! After this winter, the soil will surely be extremely fertile next year! Haha!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the generals in the tent burst into laughter.
That day, the entire Tu Yuan military camp was in an uproar!
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Meanwhile, at the border of the Tuyuan Kingdom.
On the frost-covered ground, a vast army was marching forward.
This army was so large that it was difficult to see the end of it at a glance. Everyone was dressed in armor and carried various weapons. Beneath the iron helmets that covered their faces were cold and stern expressions.
Behind the army, countless armored warhorses trampled the ground, emitting heavy panting sounds.
The man on horseback was clad in silver armor, holding a cold, long spear with a sharp, gleaming tip that appeared menacing and menacing in the winter light.
At the very rear of the army, countless horses were pulling towering siege weapons!
There were those sturdy siege hammers, which were transported by eight-wheeled wooden carts and pulled by countless horses, which shows how heavy they were!
There were also towering siege towers, siege ladders, and other such structures.
Furthermore, there were the chariots that covered the soldiers' advance. These chariots were covered with a layer of raw cowhide, which arrows could not penetrate at all. With the cover of the chariots, the soldiers could avoid the arrows and successfully reach the city gate!
Not only that, there were also those heavy crossbows, mounted on wooden carts. They were enormous, and their thick arrows, once fired, could not even be stopped by shields made of fine iron!
This army brought hundreds of such large-scale siege weapons and long-range combat weapons!
The horses pulled the wooden carts, heads bowed, dragging them forward step by step, exhaling white breath.
At the forefront of the army was a group of cavalrymen clad in crimson armor, who were taller and stronger than the other soldiers.
Even the warhorses he rode were extraordinary; these horses had glossy coats and strong bodies, making them instantly recognizable as exceptional.
At this moment, among the cavalry, a tall, blond man stood out the most.
He had deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a large golden sword hanging at his waist, adorned with five-colored, dazzling gems that were hard to look directly at.
But no one would treat this sword merely as an ornament.
Beneath this sword lie countless enemy heads, and countless glories!
This is a sword of glory!
The swordsman was none other than the renowned Red River hero, General Mitri!
Beside Mitri was a man wearing a fur coat.
The man in the fur coat had a gloomy face and said, "General Mitri, I know the Prince of Zhenbei very well. He is ambitious and has great plans."
"Having killed Marshal Mokhadin's 80,000 troops this time, he will surely launch another attack."
“If the Prince of Zhenbei is not completely eliminated, he will surely lead his troops to fight against Tu Yuan in the future.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Mitri shook his head, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face.
"I heard that the Prince of Zhenbei is named Qin Ze, the son of Qin Haotian. Five years ago, Qin Haotian took Xijing from my Tu Yuan, and now his son has come again. Hehe."
"If I had fought Qin Haotian five years ago, none of this would have happened today."
"It's a pity that Qin Haotian died so young; I couldn't kill him with my own hands."
At this point, Mitri pulled a necklace from his collar, the pendant of which was a cross-shaped ornament.
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