As Bai Miao only became one of the Eight Tiger Generals in the last two years, he did not have much battlefield experience.
He was only 21 years old, and among the younger generation of barbarians, he was an outstanding young warrior.
Many years ago, the barbarians suffered a great defeat in the Battle of Chiyang Valley, defeated by the world-renowned Chiyan Army. At that time, Bai Miao was young and did not go to the battlefield.
He often wondered how strong the Crimson Flame Army was, and how much chance of victory he would have if he led his current barbarian troops to fight them.
But in the end, this is a pointless answer.
Now he was quite certain that the general in front of him and his troops were very powerful, perhaps just like the Chiyan Army back then.
At this moment, the army had become so strong that he no longer felt any hope of winning.
When Bai Miao's army was ambushed at the foot of the mountain and shattered by boulders, suffering heavy casualties, he already felt a strong sense of unease.
Whether it was the king or the other brothers, they were all scattered, and they all headed towards the nearest mountain path.
And now, I've encountered this military general and his troops here. What about the others?
Bai Miao had already vaguely guessed the answer.
The massive rock attack scattered the army, which fled to the nearest safe haven. This was probably all part of the enemy's plan.
At the end of every road, there will be an enemy force.
The fact that the enemy dared to divide their forces in this way meant that they had ample confidence and were certain of victory.
The loud noises coming from behind and behind meant that their retreat had been cut off. The enemy would choose to cut off their retreat in order to trap everyone in Yanluo Mountain.
By this point, Bai Miao had a clear understanding of everything.
Qin Ze's words are true.
Everyone who enters will find it difficult to escape, and may even be completely...
"hiss--"
Bai Miao gasped as blood spurted from the severed little and ring fingers.
In a moment of distraction, two of his fingers were severed by the sharp crescent halberd.
He tugged on the reins, pulling his warhorse back two steps to create distance between himself and the person in front of him.
"Not bad, you have some skill." Zhang Liao exhaled a breath of stale air and looked at Bai Miao.
The pain in his hand made Bai Miao's face turn pale, but his expression remained calm.
He gasped for breath, his bloodied hand still gripping the iron fork tightly. He looked at Zhang Liao:
"Tell me, are there your troops on the other roads leading up the mountain?"
Zhang Liao twisted his neck, pulled his warhorse forward, and said coldly:
"Yes, you're right, they all have troops."
These barbarian soldiers were already being overwhelmed, and more and more were falling. Zhang Liao knew that it was only a matter of time before they were completely annihilated.
At this point, there's no need to hide anything anymore.
Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. The moment they stepped into Yanluo Mountain, these people were already doomed.
As our lord said, good advice is hard to persuade a damned ghost.
They had already given up their chance to live, but their ambition ultimately led them to abandon their path to survival and choose death.
Upon receiving the answer, Bai Miao's face grew even paler, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
The pain in his hand was still there, but he ignored it and asked his final question:
"Are all the other generals like you?"
Zhang Liao raised his crescent halberd, preparing to launch the next offensive. This time, he wanted to finish off the person in front of him in one fell swoop.
At that moment, upon hearing Bai Miao's question, he glanced at the young general and said in a deep voice:
"No, there's something even more powerful!"
"Come on, take this!"
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