The wind was raging, dust was flying, and birds almost disappeared. Only a few well-trained eagles were not afraid of the strong wind and circled over the valley for a long time.

Several Beirong soldiers hid behind a huge rock on the mountain, gazing into the distance. They wore gray leather jackets, and their bows and swords that might reflect light were all tied with cloth strips. They almost blended in with the surrounding rocks, making it difficult for even an eagle in the sky to spot them.

Below the ridge, a herd of bison drank water from a sheltered canyon river.

The soldiers had been lying in ambush in the mountains for many days and could see the herd of bison almost every day. One of the soldiers was so hungry that he took out a piece of dried milk and ate it twice. The soldier next to him suddenly moved and whispered, "Enemy!"

Everyone immediately held their breath and looked towards the valley. They saw vague outlines floating in the dust in the vast sky. Soon, the moving outlines became clearer and clearer. At an astonishing speed, they rushed out of the dust several feet high and approached them. It was a cavalry wearing black armor. In the ranks, black flags were flying.

The soldiers ran down the mountain, jumped on their horses, and rushed back to the camp to report the military situation.

The Beirong did not expect the royal army to arrive so quickly, but they were well prepared and not in a hurry. After a while, the sound of horns rang out in the camp, followed by earth-shaking shouts and screams. The eldest prince led a vanguard composed of hundreds of archers who were good at assaults and cavalry, and rushed out of the camp in a mighty manner.

On a vast plain washed out by several rivers in the south of the Sam Valley, the two cavalry units soon collided with each other. The Northern Rong people were well-rested and their horses were full of energy, so they launched a high-speed attack directly. Mobido was extremely brave and his numbers outnumbered the Northern Rong cavalry, so he was not afraid at all and led his tribal warriors to meet the attack in a fierce battle.

The blade reflected a cold light in the dim sky.

Facing the charge of the Northern Rong cavalry, Mopido did not retreat a single step. If any of his soldiers showed signs of cowardice, he would immediately yell at them to hold their formation. The Northern Rong cavalry charged several times but failed to break their defense, so they began to retreat, splitting into left and right wings to encircle Mopido from both sides. Mopido led his personal guards to charge with swords in hand, allowing the team to shrink and avoid several rounds of arrow rain from the Northern Rong. The entire team stretched out like a nail, driving straight into the center of the Northern Rong battle formation.

After several rounds of fighting, the Beirong cavalry quickly retreated.

In a head-on battle between two armies, retreating will often affect morale and lead to a complete collapse, which is extremely unwise.

Mobido ordered his men to form a battle line again. He scanned the surrounding area with his brown eyes, observed the terrain, gritted his teeth, and ordered his soldiers to pursue.

From a distant hill, an eagle swooped down, landed on Tanmaragha's shoulder, and pecked its wings with its beak.

Bisha beside him rode forward a few steps to get a closer look at the situation on the battlefield. He saw that Mopiduo was indeed leading his soldiers to pursue the Northern Rong cavalry, and his expression was solemn.

Fifty steps... One hundred steps...

Along with his nervous breathing, a strange howl came from the front. The retreating Beirong cavalry had already skillfully changed their horses. They turned their horses' heads and rushed towards Mobido who was chasing closely behind them. Hundreds of people quickly divided into small teams and cooperated with each other tacitly. Soon they divided the battlefield into pieces. The horses of Mobido's tribe were already a little exhausted, and the neat battle formation was cut in an instant. Both sides had a hard time fighting.

Bi Suo on the hilltop sighed, "The Northern Rong people are indeed pretending to retreat."

He looked at it for a while, his palms were sweaty, and asked Tanmaraka: "Do you want to send reinforcements?"

Tanmarajiva shook his head, and beneath the mask, his deep green eyes showed neither sadness nor joy.

Bisha did not ask for any more instructions.

On the plain, Mobido gradually fell into a disadvantage. Every time the team wanted to re-form their battle formation, they would be cut off by the Northern Rong cavalry. The strong wind blew past, and the dust was filled with a strong smell of blood. He spat out a mouthful of sand, pulled the reins, and led the subordinates who followed closely beside him to break out of the encirclement of the Northern Rong people.

"withdraw!"

The soldiers blew the horn to retreat, and the group retreated in a panic. The Northern Rong people pursued them relentlessly and killed them all the way to a narrow valley, where they withdrew their troops.

Mobiduo rushed back to the camp hidden on the other side of the canyon, covered in blood, knelt on the ground and apologized, his face filled with shame.

Before setting out, the Regent told him that this battle was only a test of the Northern Rong and there was no need to go deep into the enemy camp. He should have acted cautiously after repelling the Northern Rong for the first time instead of continuing to advance rashly, resulting in several thousand people being chased by the Northern Rong archers and cavalry like a herd of cattle and sheep.

Tanmaraka motioned him to stand up and said slowly: "In an army, there are brave men and cowardly men. Regardless of bravery or cowardice, they are all soldiers loyal to the royal court."

He raised his eyelids and looked around, his gaze sweeping over the faces of every general in the tent.

"Facing the Northern Rong cavalry, the brave ones will charge forward bravely, but charging forward means they will be in danger of being surrounded. As for the cowardly ones, they will lose their morale and retreat behind."

You can hear a pin drop in the tent.

Tanmaraka said slowly: "It is the general's responsibility to command the battle formation, arrange the tactics, let the brave and the cowardly cooperate with each other, the brave ones charge without being surrounded, and the cowardly ones hold their ground without dragging down the battle formation of the entire army."

His eyes returned to Mobhido's face.

"The brave are where the morale lies, and the prince is a brave man."

After hearing his words, the generals were silent for a while, as if they had realized something. Mobido frowned in thought, wiped the blood from his cheek, and his brown eyes rekindled his fighting spirit.

On the first day, the Northern Rong won a small victory, and the leaders of various noble families requested to fight, urging Wakhan Khan to lead the army directly into the enemy territory.

Wakhan Khan firmly rejected everyone's suggestions. The noble leaders complained one after another. Someone composed a song, mocking him for being afraid of the Buddha and not daring to step into the royal court. The soldiers sang it one after another.

Several princes were furious and killed several rappers who sang the ballads. They also asked Wakhan Khan to concentrate his forces to attack the royal court.

Wakhan Khan remained unmoved and the next day, he still only sent a small force.

Facing the repeated provocations from the Northern Rong, the royal court successively sent out several tribal cavalry to fight back, but the main force of the royal court's central army remained on hold. The Northern Rong people became increasingly certain that the royal court was ill-prepared, as they had already wiped out the surrounding tribes, almost clearing the countryside, and could have directly attacked the city.

"What is the Khan afraid of? How can the divine wolf stop moving forward just because it is afraid of the Buddhist disciples of the royal court?"

Wakhan Khan was repeatedly contradicted by the noble leaders and his son. He chopped over the desk in front of him with a knife and said angrily: "The royal court is good at defending the city, and we are not good at attacking the city. Their city is well-walled, with sufficient weapons and food. We have come from a long distance. If we besiege the city for a long time, we will only be like last time, unable to hold out for a few months, and retreating due to lack of water and food. We must lead the main force of the royal court to the Sam Valley!"

The eldest prince asked doubtfully, "Will the Buddha really gather his forces to attack Samu Valley?"

Wakhan Khan put away his knife and took a few breaths. "He will."

Like him, Fuzi was facing heavy internal pressure and had to resolve external threats. Moreover, when Fuzi was thirteen years old, he had the courage to lead his troops to fight against him. Now that he had seized the military power, he must want to take advantage of the situation to have a decisive battle with Beirong. The two of them had been confronting each other for many years. Fuzi understood him, and he also understood Fuzi.

The eldest son thought for a moment, clasped his hands together and smiled, his eyes shining: "Father Khan, you have taken great pains and thought deeply about this! Haidu Aling has gone to ask for help. When the main forces of the royal court are all attracted to Sam Valley, will he launch a sneak attack on the royal court? He is an expert at sneak attacks. If he can go straight into the Holy City and kill the Buddhist disciples, no matter how many troops the Buddhist disciples send out, without the Buddhist disciples, they will be just a flock of sheep for us to slaughter!"

Wakhan Khan remained silent.

The sons looked at each other in bewilderment. Their father and Haidu Aling had conspired to cause such a big scene, but they hadn't even been informed of the incident?

"Father Khan, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

There was resentment in the sons' complaints.

Wakhan Khan glanced at his sons and said, "I told you that the royal army would arrive so quickly?"

The sons did not dare to refute him and asked, "Has A Ling led his troops to attack the Holy City?"

"No." Wakhan Khan shook his head. "It's too early now. A Ling has already set up an ambush. He will not launch an attack until all the main forces of the royal court are deployed to Sam Valley."

By then, the main force of the royal court was trapped in the battlefield of Sam Valley and was unable to rescue the Holy City.

When the Holy City is besieged, the Royal Army will inevitably be in chaos. That will be the best time to destroy them.

…

Next, the Royal Court and the Northern Rong sent tribal cavalry to test each other. The Northern Rong discovered the location of the Royal Court's camp and began to send reinforcements. The Royal Court also sent reinforcements, and the main forces of the army gradually entered the battlefield.

The two armies tested the formation very patiently and fought steadily and calmly without panic. Not long after, Bi Suo personally led his troops to raid a camp of the Northern Rong. Ten thousand cavalrymen in blue shirts and white robes of the Central Army galloped through the valley. The sound of horses' hooves was like a landslide, and snow-white flags with gold patterns were flying in the sky.

Wakhan Khan stood on a high hill and saw Bisa standing majestically in front of the battle formation. A gleam of light flashed across his sharp eyes.

Ashina has arrived. He is the right-hand man of the Buddhist. The main forces of the royal army are in Sam Valley.

This will be their burial place.

Wakhan Khan called the eagle slave and said, "Send a message to A Ling. He can start the action now."

He called his sons and told them, "Take two thousand men and quietly withdraw from the Sam Valley. There are several groups of troops a hundred miles away. Go and join them and let them guard the several passages outside the canyon."

The sons were very excited: their father Khan had indeed made preparations in advance and set up an ambush, now the royal army will not be able to escape even if they have wings!

The rumbling sound of war drums rang out, and a great battle began.

…

At the same time, thousands of miles away, at the foot of the towering peaks, Haidu Aling, wrapped in a thick leather jacket, led five thousand elite soldiers to climb up the steep slopes of the cliffs. Wherever they passed, there was no trace of human beings or animals. On the way, hundreds of soldiers slipped from the ropes and were smashed into meat paste, and hundreds more died of hunger and freezing.

At the end of this month, they finally conquered the snow-capped cliffs and ravines that no one had ever set foot on, bypassed the royal court's strict defense line, and quietly approached the royal court.

Haidu Aling stood on the cliff on horseback, looking down at the towering cliffs in the distance. Under the azure blue sky, he seemed to be able to see the solemn pagodas in the holy city.

A hawk flew through the clouds, uttered a few sharp cries, and landed on his arm.

Haidu Aling took off the copper pipe and after reading the handwritten letter from Wakhan Khan, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his golden eyes flashed darkly, like a wolf about to hunt. His eyes were gloomy and cold. He raised the whip and pointed directly in the direction of the holy city: Sultanahmet is dead, and the Buddhist army is far away in the Sam Valley. This time, no one can stop him from going on a killing spree.

With a gesture of his hand, the elite soldiers behind him quietly climbed onto their horses, tightened the reins, and prepared to follow their leader to destroy the holy city.

…

In the Sam Valley, the military standards of the Northern Rong and the snow-white banners of the royal court danced in the sand and dust. The two armies were like a surging torrent, entangled in one place, the earth trembled, and the valleys and mountains roared violently.

After a probing standoff, both armies deployed their battle formations and sent out their main forces.

The Northern Rong coalition had 70,000 troops, and the Royal Court had 50,000 troops. Both sides were divided into the center army, the left and right wing cavalry, and the rear army. When the two armies faced each other, the entire valley was filled with people, with spears like a forest, swords sharp, archers densely packed, and iron armor flashing coldly.

Bisuo, wearing silver armor, led his soldiers to fight. Behind him, the infantry were scattered and formed into neat battle formations. The cavalry followed on horseback. The Beirong were mostly cavalry, who took turns to launch small attacks. The archers fired thousands of arrows at once, forcing the royal court army to shrink its formation.

The two armies had been fighting hard for several days. They both knew each other's strength and were consuming each other's fighting power bit by bit. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, dyeing the ground beneath their feet red.

As dusk fell, the vanguards of both armies cautiously withdrew behind their respective lines.

After days of intense fighting, the soldiers on both sides showed signs of fatigue.

A battle report was delivered to the tent. Wakhan Khan clapped his hands and laughed, sweeping away the gloom he had been feeling for many days: "A Ling has begun to attack the holy city!"

The princes were overjoyed and immediately sent orders to the soldiers in the camp to spread the news.

"The soldiers of the royal court worshipped the Buddha as a god and chanted his name when they went into battle. If we say that the Buddha is dead, it will completely crush their will!"

One sound after another came out of the camp and soon echoed throughout the entire camp.

Hundreds of Northern Rong cavalrymen roared in unison all night long on a hill near the royal camp.

"The Holy City has been lost, and the Buddha is dead!"

The soldiers of the royal court heard the shouts of the Northern Rong cavalry clearly and were terrified. The soldiers were in chaos and crying loudly. The screams echoed in the night sky for a long time.

The next day, Wakhan Khan did not launch a rash attack, but instead engaged in a stalemate with the royal army as he had done in the previous days. That night, the Northern Rong cavalry repeated their old tactics, standing on a hill and shouting that the Buddha's son was dead, and chanting Buddhist scriptures to pray for his soul to be reborn.

The next day, the scouts reported back that the royal camp was almost blown up last night, and the soldiers demanded to return to the holy city as soon as possible to protect the Buddhist disciples. Biso comforted the soldiers and said that he had sent troops back to the royal court to inquire about the situation.

On the third day, Wakhan Khan sent out the captured tribal captives who were attached to the royal court and ordered them to spread the news that Fuzi was dead.

The people in the royal camp were in a panic, no longer as murderous and orderly as they were at the beginning.

During this period, scouts kept setting out from the camp and heading towards the Sand City. A few days later, several light cavalry scouts of the royal court came running and brought bad news: Haidu Aling had attacked the Holy City, and the Northern Rong had previously attacked the vassal tribes of the royal court. The various tribes were unable to take care of themselves and had no strength to send reinforcements. The Holy City was in danger, and the army must send reinforcements immediately.

When the news reached the Beirong camp, the noble leaders were ready to fight: "Khan, the time has come!"

After reading the battle report sent back by the carrier eagle, Wakhan Khan was sweating profusely. The royal court had limited military strength, and if they blocked their main force in the Sam Valley and slowly exhausted them, even if they failed, the royal court would no longer have the ability to counterattack the Northern Rong.

He put on his armor, picked up his long sword, and strode out of the tent.

The mournful horn sounded throughout the valley. The Northern Rong gathered all their forces and launched an attack at dawn. The supporting cavalry rushed madly into the battle formation of the royal court. Hyperbolic bows fired rounds of arrows. The soldiers hacked and killed while shouting loudly that the Buddhist disciple was dead. The morale of the royal court's army was low, and they could not withstand the surging cavalry charge. The defense line was weakened layer by layer.

When the red sun climbed to the middle of the sky, the cavalry tore a gap between the center and the left wing of the royal court. The Northern Rong army immediately advanced, like a sharp steel knife, and inserted straight into the gap, attacking the left wing of the royal court army, forcing the center of the royal court into the prepared pocket formation. Bisa noticed something was wrong, boosted morale, led the soldiers out of the pocket formation, and retreated from the direction of the canyon.

When half of the royal soldiers escaped from the canyon, the Northern Rong soldiers who had been lying in ambush for a long time swarmed out. The soldiers had superb riding skills. While rushing down the hillside, they could also draw their bows and arrows, launching wave after wave of attacks. The plains and valleys were filled with the sharp sound of arrows breaking through the air.

Just as Wakhan Khan had expected, the royal court soldiers collapsed across the board and rushed out of the canyon howling.

The Northern Rong army was approaching step by step, blocking the royal army deep in the canyon. Swords and spears were everywhere, blood was splattering. The sons of Wakhan Khan rushed forward excitedly to kill. Mobhido and Bishahun were covered in blood and seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.

A strong wind blew, and dust flew all over the sky, turning the battlefield into chaos. Wakhan Khan stared at the battlefield intently, trying to identify the troops of both sides from the dust.

There was also dust blowing on the ridges.

Wakhan Khan was worried and called his son, "Are there still ambushes on the mountain?"

The son said, "Father Khan, all the ambush troops have come out to intercept the royal army..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wakhan Khan's eyes suddenly widened.

I saw a snow-white flag with gold patterns slowly floating out from the other side of the ridge, and then more flags popped up like bamboo shoots after rain. The flags fluttered in the wind, and lines surging like tides emerged. They were a team composed of royal cavalry in iron armor. They poured out silently from all directions and surrounded the entire battlefield.

With their appearance, several generals including Bisha and Mobito signaled their personal guards to wave flags and command the soldiers. The main force of the royal court, which had been fleeing in a panic, quickly gathered and retreated backwards in an orderly and strict manner.

On the mountain ridge, layers of armored cavalry appeared, and archers stood in layers and rows.

The sound of a horn was heard, and a warrior in a black robe stood out from the crowd of knights. He rode to a high place, stopped his horse, and slowly took off the mask on his face, revealing an extremely ugly face.

Amidst a vast army, he stood on his horse with his sword in hand, his deep, cold blue eyes looking down at the canyon, his murderous aura revealed, his momentum as majestic and powerful as the mountains stretching across the sky behind him.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet.

A kind of pressure that made people feel tense and suffocated began to dissipate, and tens of thousands of royal court soldiers looked up at the figure of the general with ecstasy on their faces.

"Regent!"

The Regent is still alive!

Sultan is not dead!

The royal court soldiers were ecstatic as if they had been reborn, but the Northern Rong generals were all stunned, as if struck by lightning from the blue sky, and their souls left their bodies.

In an instant, the situation between the two armies changed drastically. The morale of the Wang Ting army was greatly boosted, while the Bei Rong army was completely bewildered.

Wakhan Khan trembled all over and couldn't believe it: Sultan Gu was still alive!

Not only was he alive, he had also been hiding until now! He had been there when the Royal Court camp was almost breached by the Northern Rong? Where did the Royal Court troops on the ridge come from?

The scouts had been investigating the movements of the royal army, but they did not realize that the Sultan had hidden 20,000 troops...

One guess after another came to his mind, and Wakhan Khan was sweating profusely. Starting from the death of Sultan Guru, everything was planned by Tanmarajya. He thought that he was dealing with Tanmarajya and successfully leading the main force of the royal court into the Sam Valley, but in fact he was stepping into this trap step by step.

Was it Tanmarajya's plan to deliberately reveal the flaws and lure Haidu Aling to attack the holy city?

Was the siege of the holy city also within his expectations?

A look of fatigue appeared on Wakhan Khan's old face, and he once again felt strongly about his own old age and fatigue.

Could it be that what the tribal witch said was true, that Tanmaragha was destined to be his nemesis in this life?

Sultan drew out the long sword, "Buddha is fine."

The cavalrymen beside him roared, and the royal soldiers in the valley roared in response, their eyes wild with enthusiasm: "The Buddha is fine!"

Wakhan Khan's son recovered from the shock and galloped to the Khan's side.

"Father Khan, I will stop Sultan!"

Wakhan Khan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "We lost."

Sultan Kumbh, the guardian of Buddha, "resurrected from the dead" and descended from the sky. The morale of the royal army was unprecedentedly high. At this moment, the army they faced was invincible.

…

The battle was brutal, and the canyon was almost filled with corpses. The Northern Rong soldiers held up their shields and escorted Wakhan Khan away.

One by one, his men fell off their horses. Wakhan Khan looked as pale as death. Thousands of royal cavalry blocked their way. His son and his personal guards rushed left and right, trying to break out of the encirclement.

"Sand Sea Road! Jin Bo is guarding the Sand Sea Road!"

Wakhan Khan shouted loudly, not knowing whether his sons could hear him or not. He raised his arms and gathered his remaining troops.

The elite cavalry of the Northern Rong quickly regrouped, forcibly tore open a small gap, and rushed out of the encirclement with the Wakhan Khan. After a simple reorganization, they rushed to another exit.

There were also royal court troops lying in ambush at the entrance of the valley. Wakhan Khan had just passed by the camp and was well prepared. He ordered his soldiers to drive the slaves forward.

The civilian slaves captured from various tribes cried and dared not move forward. The Northern Rong cavalry rushed forward and chopped the crowd mercilessly with their long swords. Blood splattered everywhere, and heads rolled to the ground. The slaves ran forward crying and scrambled to the valley entrance.

The ambush soldiers of the royal court guarding the valley entrance looked at each other in bewilderment, tightened the strings of their longbows, pointed the arrows at the crowd, but did not dare to shoot.

Several light cavalrymen rode down the hillside at high speed and met Bi Suo who was chasing them. They quickly reported the military situation: "I dare not give the order. I have to ask the Regent King whether to release the arrows."

Bisha's eyelids were twitching.

If he released the arrow, the crime of massacring civilians would undoubtedly be pinned on the regent, and he would bear the guilt for the rest of his life. If he did not release the arrow and let Wakhan Khan go, he would be branded as letting the tiger return to the mountain.

The purpose of this operation is to weaken the Northern Rong, consume their main force, and make them unable to attack the royal court. Several sons of Wakhan Khan have died in the canyon. Only Wakhan Khan escaped. The Northern Rong will surely be torn apart...

Bisha's mind raced, "Wait until the civilians pass before shooting!"

He made this decision for Roga and took the blame for letting Wakhan Khan go.

However, when they arrived at the mouth of the valley, they found that some soldiers had already shot arrows in panic. Under the rain of arrows, more than a dozen slaves running in the front fell down. Bisha shouted at the soldiers to stop shooting.

There was a commotion at the mouth of the valley. The Beirong cavalry noticed that the soldiers had stopped shooting arrows and hid behind the slaves. They continued to drive the slaves away while hacking and killing them ruthlessly, using the bodies of the dead slaves to block the mouth of the valley and stop the royal court from pursuing them.

The slaves were unarmed and powerless to resist.

Bi Sahun trembled with fear. He led his soldiers to order the slaves to slow down and retreat from the valley. However, the slaves were so frightened that they did not dare to stop and rushed forward in a swarm. The valley was narrow and the crowd trampled and squeezed each other. Those who fell could never get up again. It was like a purgatory on earth.

The cries echoed throughout the valley.

By the time the Northern Rong cavalry escaped during the chaos, the valley was littered with corpses.

Bisha closed his eyes and called his personal soldiers to clean up the battlefield: "Don't let the Regent see..."

As soon as he finished speaking, dust flew up, and Tanmarajiva's cold and thin figure appeared not far away.

Bi Suo let out a long sigh.

Most of the slaves and captives were civilians captured by the Northern Rong from various tribes. They should not have been involved in the war.

Tanmaraj looked around and ordered some soldiers to stay behind to rescue the injured civilians while continuing to pursue the remnants of Wakhan Khan.

Bisha followed him.

Tanmaraka said softly: "Only by ending the war as soon as possible can the people avoid the fate of being bullied by others."

Killing to stop killing is the path he chooses in the troubled times. Only by pacifying the troubled times can he prevent such a tragic scene from happening again.

Bishāh should be so.

The Tanmaragha in front suddenly shook, groaned, and frowned.

"Regent?"

Bi Su was startled and looked at him nervously.

Tanmarajiva waved his hands to indicate that everything was fine.

Bi Suo dared not say a word, but her palms were sweating.

A faint red tinge appeared between Tanmarajiva's eyebrows, and her eyes became dark.

…

In the Battle of Sam Valley, the royal court defeated the Northern Rong and captured more than 20,000 Northern Rong soldiers. Three sons of Wakhan Khan died in the valley. Wakhan Khan himself rushed out of the valley under the protection of his remnants and fled to the Sand Sea Road. The leader of the Northern Rong nobles Cangchu fled in all directions, running all the way. Even Orudo did not dare to turn back and fled directly to Yizhou in the east.

After this battle, although Wakhan Khan was still alive, the division of the northern Rong was inevitable.

…

After the battle, Bisha led his soldiers to clean up the battlefield, and a messenger handed him a letter from Sand City.

"General, the letter from the commander of Sand City...Princess Wen Zhao is not in Sand City."

Bisa was stunned and opened the letter.

"Where is the princess?"

After reading the letter, his heart trembled.

Li Yaoying has lost her trace and the commander of Sand City doesn't know where she is.

"General, Yuanjue got the letter first. He didn't know whether he should tell the Regent."

Biso held the letter tightly in her hand, feeling a little bewildered for a moment.

In times of war, it is normal to occasionally lose contact or trace, but Li Yaoying was clearly with the defenders of Sand City, and Sand City was safe. She would not disappear for no reason.

He hesitated again and again and put the letter in his pocket.

"I'm going to see the Regent."

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