A fierce fire engulfed the Julu camp, killing, fleeing, or wounding the soldiers stationed there. Only one of the adjutants left to guard the supplies was captured alive. After interrogation, he was found to be a weakling and confessed everything he needed to.
When Mo Ye led his troops back to the camp, what he saw was the completely unrecognizable Julu camp.
His already pale face, a result of his injury, now resembled the gloomy sky, with thunder and lightning churning within.
Mo Ye felt his blood surging, and a metallic taste of blood almost escaped his throat. He staggered back a step, only to be anxiously and nervously supported by the soldiers.
"Who, exactly, did this?!"
"Go check it out!"
The general sent soldiers to brave the danger of getting their bodies wet and entering the camp, but the fire was too intense. The flames billowed black smoke and spread rapidly, becoming increasingly fierce. Once inside, it was difficult to even identify east, west, south, or north, let alone find any clues.
The other side clearly did not intend to seize their supplies, nor did they covet the equipment and ingenuity in their camp. Their goal was to destroy them, leaving no room for salvage.
The Julu camp had been engulfed by fire for more than half of its area, and the fire was impossible to extinguish. Fortunately, a few people were rescued. After questioning them, it was discovered that the culprit behind everything was actually the Ye army.
"You mean the Ye army?"
This was an answer they never expected.
They had just started fighting the Ye army not long ago, so how could the Ye army possibly have the spare strength to send troops to raid their camp? If they were really that relaxed, Zheng Quchi wouldn't have risked his life to such an extent.
“It’s Yuanxingzhou.” Mo Ye suddenly had a guess.
It could only be the same team that followed Yuan Xingzhou in attacking the Hongsheng Army camp. They used the same trick again and destroyed the Julu camp. But unlike the former, they didn't care about getting anything from the Julu camp. Instead, they burned it down.
He doesn't want it, nor will he let them have it again.
"Yes, it must be Yuan Xingzhou. He planned everything long before he saved people. He wanted to cut off Julu's escape route!" Mo Ye laughed, coughing as he laughed. His eyes were extremely bright, and his face was extremely pale. At first glance, he looked like a resurrected corpse, full of resentment.
The others were completely bewildered. They asked in a daze, "What should we do now? We have no weapons or supplies, no food, and not even a place to sleep..."
Now they are all left with only one or two thousand people. What can they do, what are they capable of doing, and what should they do?
With the commander dead, most of their weapons confiscated by the Ye army, and Deputy Officer Mo wounded and barely able to take care of himself, how can he lead them to a counterattack and victory?
Unlike other countries, the Julu Kingdom has always relied on ingenuity and large siege weapons in its battles. When going to war, they would rely on large machines and powerful weapons to gain an advantage before finally charging into battle.
This is the consistent style of their Julu Army in marching and fighting.
Therefore, this time was no different. The Crimson Blood Army was a concealed weapon team, the Three-Bow Ballista team was a crossbow team, and the remaining part was ordinary soldiers.
Since they rely on powerful weapons to fight, their arsenal is of paramount importance.
Once the supply of hidden weapon soldiers is cut off, their crimson weapons become useless.
The three-bow crossbow was taken out by She Kou but was not brought back; it was destroyed at the Ye camp. If it were still there, it would require a large number of crossbow bolts.
Most of the remaining soldiers had been captured by the Ye army and surrendered. Now unarmed, they would be at the mercy of others if they went back to the battlefield. They thought that they could be re-equipped with weapons when they returned to the camp, but a fire burned away all their hopes.
Realizing that the burning of the Ye army had put the remaining men in a dilemma, they understood that this move had put them in a difficult situation.
The somber shadows, like the undercurrents of night, silently eroded their hearts, imprisoning them and trapping them within their own self-imposed prisons.
"Oh, you're back. It's just a pity you're too late."
On a tall spruce tree, a young man crouched down and greeted the people below.
"Who goes there?!"
They immediately felt a chill run down their spines, looked around, and shouted angrily.
"Who are they? They're the ones who want you dead, of course," the young man said with a smile.
They finally discerned their location and looked up—
In this spruce forest, there are no shrubs or grass. The flat hillside is covered with these thick and tall spruce trees. People at low altitudes are easily spotted, but if they climb to higher altitudes, it's like entering a green cloud, layer upon layer, making it difficult to spot them.
Mo Ye narrowed his eyes and sized up the young man: "The Ye Army?"
"Exactly."
The young man recognized the target immediately, and the next second, a group of people suddenly jumped out from under a pile of dead leaves. They had grappling hooks in their hands, which they threw out and hooked onto the trunks of spruce trees. They nimbly and nimbly slid and dodged the Julu Army's shots, drew a curved knife from their waist, spun around and flew over, reaping heads.
"They haven't left yet; they're still lying in ambush here. Get out of the woods immediately!"
They were scattered and ran through the spruce forest.
"What a lack of ambition! At least fight before running away. But His Highness said we can't kill you too quickly. He wants to treat you slowly, otherwise it would be too easy for you... Sigh, His Highness always makes some bizarre requests. What can we do? We can only obey orders. After all, I don't want to be killed by His Highness."
The young man kept muttering to himself, but his movements were anything but slow, keeping close behind his hunting party.
The Crimson Blood Army stumbled along, protecting Mo Ye. When they turned around, they could see the Ye Army leaping towards them. Their calm and indifferent faces showed no urgency; they simply followed behind, as if no matter where they ran, the other side would follow them like a shadow.
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