Zhou Cheng, carrying Fan Wei's head, trudged through the snow, step by step, toward the North Pass.
From afar,
They could see the camp filled with firelight and hear the deafening sounds of battle.
"Reporting, General Zhou!"
"All the grain in the Guankou camp has been burned."
"All the quilts and clothes were burned; not a single item was left."
"Damn Fan Wei! Even in retreat, he didn't give us a single supply... General Zhou, did we win this battle too easily? Could Fan Wei and his men have some backup plan?"
"I always felt it wasn't that simple; it felt like a dream."
It wasn't just the generals who were fighting desperately, clinging to life.
Even Zhou Zhenguang felt that this ending was a bit unrealistic; how did they win?
Based on our calculations, this must be a setup!
There must be reinforcements hidden within ten miles of the official residence in the north, just waiting for him to lead his men out of Jiangling City so they can wipe them out completely...
"No matter what, we've taken over the official post." Zhou Zhenguang was so exhausted that his face turned pale. He slumped into a chair, licking his dry, pale lips repeatedly. He was so hungry that he couldn't even lift his fingers.
The generals present were completely drained of their energy.
A loud bang.
He collapsed to the ground, covered in blood.
Behind them, soldiers picked up snow from the ground and stuffed it into their mouths, unable to contain their hunger.
The army has exhausted its last bit of strength here. Now, let alone fighting against three thousand elite soldiers... even if the imperial court only sends one thousand brave and skilled soldiers, they could probably inflict heavy losses on them.
"General, there's absolutely no food or supplies in the camp. What are we going to do?"
"That scoundrel Fan Wei really calculated it perfectly! It's at least fifty or sixty miles from here to the nearby town, and a round trip would take a hundred miles. Can our men hold out until then?"
"We have to hold on, even if we can't. I'll personally lead the team to transport the grain! If we can hold on for another day or two, I'm sure I can get the grain back."
Hearing the controversial words around him, Zhou Zhenguang wearily raised his eyes.
Looking at the soldiers who were completely exhausted.
Let alone walking fifty or sixty miles overnight to transport goods, they were probably so hungry that they couldn't even stand up straight. Their hands were frozen stiff, and in severe cases, they had lost all feeling.
No,
This can't be allowed to continue!
“If anyone’s going, it’s me.” Zhou Zhenguang planted his spear in the ground and stood up with all his might.
However.
He stood up abruptly, which made him dizzy, and he fell back to the ground.
"General!"
"General!"
"We had just captured Beidaoguankou, but to our surprise, they didn't even leave us a single grain of food in their camp! Now the soldiers are too weak to move. Is this the will of Heaven?"
"Could it be... that Heaven intends to cut off our escape route?!"
These sorrowful words were cried out to the heavens.
Suddenly, a voice from afar interrupted: "Heaven's will? With me here, how can Heaven's will cut off your escape route?"
What...what's that sound?
So familiar and pleasant to the ear?
Swish!
Zhou Zhenguang's chest jolted, and he immediately looked up, his face filled with emotion, toward the source of the sound.
Swish! !
At the same time, all the generals and surviving soldiers present turned their heads and scanned the direction Zhou Zhenguang was looking.
Everyone was stunned at that glance.
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