After saying this, Mokhadin turned pale, and his eyes lost all their luster.
"I heard that many of you went to the border last night, and you still want to go back to China?" Qin Ze continued.
Upon hearing this, Mokhadin felt a chill creep down his spine.
The next moment, Qin Ze said coldly, "The day you step into this place, you can forget about going back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mokhadin trembled, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.
"The way back... have you already...?"
Huo Qubing coldly snorted: "The way out is cut off, there is only one way out: death!"
"As the commander-in-chief, it's utterly ridiculous that you're thinking of surrendering at this crucial moment!"
Bai Qi, standing to the side, had a grim expression and coldly rebuked:
"You lot came with hundreds of thousands of people, thinking of taking Xijing and annihilating us. What ambition and desire you have!"
"Now that we can't win, we've been defeated, we're scared! Are we still thinking about the possibility of surrendering?"
"You came alone, putting on this righteous and awe-inspiring act? Don't you even take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"
"You Tu Yuan soldiers, I'll kill you one by one. I'd rather there be too few of you than not enough for me to kill!"
These words enraged Mokhadin, his pale face turning bright red, but in the end, he helplessly lowered his head.
"Let me go back to the barracks, I want to be with my soldiers," he said in a trembling voice.
Dian Wei snorted coldly and took out the iron halberd from his back. Qin Ze shook his head, and Dian Wei put it down.
The next instant, Qin Ze roared:
"Now do you know who your Tuyuan Kingdom is dealing with? Go back!!"
Mokhadin's eyes narrowed, filled with intense fear. Trembling, he mounted his horse and galloped toward the military camp, his jaw clenching.
Behind him, Qin Ze led his army forward at a leisurely pace.
"There's no need to use the war halberds anymore. The people in their camp should have no power to retaliate," Qin Ze said coldly.
Huo Qubing added, "It seems that many of them went to the border last night, and the remaining people in this camp are those who cannot leave."
A moment later, the army arrived safely at Tu Yuan's camp, where the wooden gate was still open.
Immediately afterwards, the army entered the camp in an orderly manner.
Bai Qi glanced around and saw that there were already countless corpses on the military camp, but there were still some rustling sounds coming from some of the tents.
Bai Qi's face was grim. He waved his hand and said in a booming voice, "Finish them off! Leave no one alive!"
Qin Ze looked at Huo Qubing and said, "Those who fled to the border must have had a tough journey. You take your men and go there first!"
"I'll leave this to Bai Qi!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the army split into two groups, one of which immediately rushed to the final battlefield...
Inside the Tu Yuan army camp, in one of the tents, Mokhadin knelt on the ground, looking at the several corpses around him, and expressionlessly took out a dagger.
This time, he didn't hesitate. The instant his eyes closed, he plunged the dagger into his throat...
——
Time passed quickly, and it soon became afternoon.
Mitri led the remaining 100,000 troops on the road, and they moved very slowly.
In fact, many people had fallen behind along the way, and most of those who fell behind froze to death on this cold night.
The daytime battles, coupled with the back-and-forth travel and the departure late at night, left not only the men but also the warhorses exhausted. As a result, in the latter half of the night, the entire army's marching speed was several times slower than usual.
The cold was biting at everyone, and they didn't have time to light a fire to cook or boil some water, so they could only chew on dry food and drink the icy water, their bodies already at their limit.
But as the sun rose, their frozen bodies warmed up a little.
But now—
Mitri glanced at the sky. After noon, the sun was covered by clouds, followed by howling winds and a sudden drop in temperature.
Even with his strong physique, he couldn't help but feel his lips turn purple from the cold wind, and his hands were so frozen that he could hardly move his fingers.
"call--"
He exhaled heavily, a thin layer of mist rising from his mouth.
"Hurry, keep up, it's not far now. Once we get over that hill, we'll see the bridge," Mitri shouted.
"Yes." A weak reply came from behind.
Mitri glanced back and saw that at the very back of the column, many people were walking. Their warhorses had been exhausted the night before and had chosen to stop, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move them.
Left with no other choice, they had to get off and walk.
Seeing the dejected look on everyone's faces, Mitri shook his head, a sudden surge of resentment rising within him.
"I'll get my revenge sooner or later! Prince Zhenbei, you just wait!"
"Next spring, I will lead my strongest army here, and then I will personally kill you!"
As he said this, Mitri gritted his teeth, his face full of ferocity.
This trip to Xijing was the most humiliating one in his life. Whether fighting in Tuyuan or in the small countries surrounding Tuyuan, he had never been beaten like this.
This immense humiliation was completely unacceptable to Mitri.
Recalling yesterday's experience of being hit by boulders and burned by flames on the battlefield, Mitri felt both angry and afraid.
The army continued its advance, beginning to climb over the earthen slope.
Mitri took the lead, gripped the reins tightly, and kicked his warhorse twice. The warhorse neighed in dissatisfaction and began to struggle uphill.
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