A moment later, Mitri reached the top of the hill.
The next moment, his eyes narrowed and his mouth opened uncontrollably.
Three miles ahead, on that bridge, countless huge stones were piled up high, and there were also many scattered stones on the bridge surface.
Mitri was stunned.
He blinked, then rubbed his eyes with his cold fingers, his eyes wide open.
At that moment, the soldiers next to him exclaimed in surprise.
"The bridge is blocked!!"
"Why is the bridge blocked?"
"What's going on...?"
A cacophony of sounds reached Mitri's ears, and he froze, feeling as if he could barely breathe.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, his pale face flushed crimson, veins bulging on his handsome features, and he finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared:
"When did the bridge get blocked! When did the bridge get blocked!"
"When did they start blocking the road?!"
"My bridge!!!"
His golden hair was already disheveled, hanging messily over his forehead. Mitri roared like a madman, his eyes practically spitting fire.
His voice even became shrill as a result.
After his frantic roar, he gasped for breath, his head drooping limply.
Something seemed to be overflowing from her eyes. Mitri covered her face, her body trembling.
The adjutant, Tovan, stood to the side expressionless. He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, where wisps of snowflakes were drifting down.
“Go back, General Mitri,” Thauvin said.
“There’s no going back…there’s no going back…” Mitri covered her face and sobbed.
“I suggest we go back to the barracks and join Marshal Mokhadin in the final battle against the Prince of Zhenbei.”
Mitri abruptly lowered his hand and shouted frantically, "No! How can we possibly go back to the camp now!"
"There's still a chance! We can go back!!"
"Let's go! To the bridge! Move those stones! Clear them away! I need to get back to Tuyuan!"
Mitri turned around and shouted to the people behind him, "Follow me! Move the stones! Move them all away!"
But then he suddenly realized that almost everyone behind him was silent.
The people behind them trembled, their faces no longer pale but bluish-black, and some could barely hold their weapons.
Given their current physical condition, how could they possibly move those numerous boulders?
Tovan looked at the stones on the bridge and shook his head; "General Mitri, we can't go any further."
"Leaving the army was a mistake. If I hadn't left, and had fought alongside Marshal Mokhadin against the Northern King's army, perhaps..."
He paused at this point.
Because he knew there was no longer any chance of victory; from the day he arrived, it was truly over.
Xijing has truly become everyone's graveyard.
Mitri retorted with a string of curses: "Bullshit! Go and move it! I want to go back!"
"Someone, someone! Come with me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mitri spurred his horse and galloped towards the bridge...
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