Inside the Xiongnu's military tent, all the generals gathered together.
Everyone's face turned extremely grim.
After all, no one knows whether their own tribe will be the one conquered by the Han people on the vast grasslands at the next moment.
As winter approaches, if the tribe is breached, death will be the only outcome for the women, the elderly, and the children within.
Even if we win this battle, what good will it do? What use is gold, silver, and food if the tribe is gone?
"In this attack by the Left Wise King, we have already occupied most of Liangzhou. We have plundered enough gold, silver, jewels, grain, people, and cloth! It's time to return before the heavy snow!"
As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately echoed them.
“That’s right! This harvest of grass is enough for us to get through the winter. There’s no point in continuing the fight.”
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than someone inside the tent retorted.
"Now that we've finally captured so many cities, are we just going to give them up for nothing?"
"If we want our tribes to no longer suffer from the barrenness and bitter cold of the grasslands, then we must occupy the entire Liangzhou!"
"What good will it do to occupy Liangzhou! The grasslands are where we eagle-like men should live! The land of the Han people will only corrupt us!"
For a time, the entire camp was filled with a constant commotion.
Yelü Junba sat calmly in the main seat.
Mu Zian's move, which cut off his supply lines, caught him somewhat off guard.
However, Yelü Junba has spared no effort in gathering an army of 100,000, and his goal has never been merely a single prefecture or city.
Once this withdrawal is completed, it will be a long time before the army can once again launch a full-scale southward campaign with the full force of the grasslands.
So many years have passed, but that crushing defeat has always been a haunting nightmare in Yelü Junba's mind!
He desperately needed a victory to wash away the shame of the Great Khan of the Steppe being beheaded in battle years ago.
Thinking of this, Yelü Junba's five fingers began to clench, and the expression on his face began to twist.
The image of his father's desperate expression before his death kept replaying in Yelü Junba's mind.
Although negotiating with the Dali people now to gain benefits by occupying half of Liangzhou, and then returning to the grasslands is the best choice.
But Yelü Junba was unwilling to give up!
The noise inside the tent grew increasingly fierce.
Yelü Junba slammed his hand on the wooden table in front of him.
Everyone heard a loud bang!
The wooden table in front of him was smashed to pieces by Yelü Junba.
The noise stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yelü Junba.
Outside the tent, a cold wind howled, and Yelü Junba's slightly reddened gaze swept across the faces of all the generals present.
An undisguised killing intent emanated from him.
"Who among you wants to go back?"
Yelü Junba's voice was as harsh and shrill as two rusty pieces of iron rubbing together.
A centurion stood up upon hearing this.
"Left Wise King! We have already plundered enough! Even if we continue fighting, we cannot defeat the Great Li Dynasty. Rather than continuing this stalemate, we should return now..."
Before he finished speaking, Yelü Junba drew the curved sword from behind him and threw it out!
A flash of sword light appeared between the people inside the tent!
Then, warm blood gushed out directly from the centurion's neck.
This strike was swift and vicious! It took everyone inside the tent by surprise.
The centurion, whose throat had been slashed by the flying scimitar, clutched his neck tightly, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.
But after struggling for a moment, he collapsed to the ground and never made a sound again.
Then two heavily armored Ironclad Cavalrymen strode into the tent and dragged the centurion's body away from inside.
After doing all this, Yelü Junba continued to look around and asked.
"Who wants to go back?"
Upon hearing this, the entire tent fell silent, as if chilled to the bone.
Yelü Junba showed everyone through his actions that the consequence of resisting his will was death.
Seeing that no one else spoke, Yelü Junba nodded with satisfaction.
Then, his gaze turned cold and sharp as he looked out at the dark night sky outside the tent, like a gambler who had staked everything.
And on the vast grassland, there was another gambler just as reckless as Yelü Junba.
During the past two weeks of travel, Mu Zian had already breached countless Xiongnu camps.
However, as they ventured deeper into the grasslands, the snowfall above became increasingly heavy, making resupply more and more difficult.
Everything around us turned into a white blur, making it impossible to tell which way was which.
Having run for an unknown amount of time, Mu Zian felt as if he were about to freeze to death.
The snow continued to fall from the sky, while the surroundings turned from white to black.
Led by Xu Hui and illuminated by the reflection of the snow, four thousand cavalrymen galloped forward day and night.
No one uttered a word at this moment, not even Jia Xu, the strategist, was gritting his teeth and forcing himself to stay calm.
Everyone knows that this is a desperate gamble.
Success brings fame throughout the world and the seal of the Wolf Mountain; failure means burial on the grasslands and no trace of one's remains.
The howling cold wind felt like sharp blades.
Every extra meter I take forward puts immense pressure on my body and mind.
Looking at the endless white expanse, Mu Zian was momentarily dazed.
He didn't know if his decision was right.
If the decision fails, Zhao Yun, Luo Cheng, Han Shizhong, Liang Hongyu, and the four thousand cavalrymen who trust him will all perish in this snow-covered landscape.
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