Chapter 145 Now, you know who you are facing!

After finishing his words, Mokodin's face turned pale, and there was no trace of sparkle in his eyes.

"I heard that many of you went to the border last night. Do you still want to return home?" Qin Ze continued.

As soon as he said these words, Mokodin felt an inexplicable chill.

The next moment, Qin Ze said coldly: "The day you step here, you will never want to go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mokodin trembled, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

"On the way back, have you already..."

Huo Qubing snorted coldly: "The only way to survive is to die!"

"It's useless for you as the coach to want to surrender at this time. It's really ridiculous!"

Bai Qi, whose face was gloomy on the side, then coldly scolded:

"You guys came here with hundreds of thousands of people. What you want is to take away Xijing and annihilate us. What ambitions and desires!"

"Now I can't fight, I've been defeated, I'm scared! Are you still thinking about the possibility of surrender?"

"You came here alone and pretended to be righteous? Didn't you take a pee and take a look at yourself?"

"You Tuyuan soldiers, come and I'll kill each one. I think you don't come enough for me to kill!"

These words made Mokodin angry and angry, and his pale face turned red, but in the end, he still lowered his head weakly.

"Let me go back to the military camp. I want to be with my soldiers." He said tremblingly.

Dian Wei snorted coldly and took out the iron halberd from his back. Qin Ze shook his head and Dian Wei put it down.

The next moment, Qin Ze shouted loudly:

"Now, do you know who your Tuyuan Kingdom is facing? Go back!!"

Mokodin's eyes narrowed, and there was only deep fear in his eyes. He tremblingly mounted the horse, and ran towards the military camp with trembling teeth.

Behind him, Qin Ze led the army towards the front at a leisurely pace.

"There is no need to use the weapons. The people in their camp should not be able to fight back." Qin Ze said coldly.

Huo Qubing followed: "I think many of them went to the border last night. The remaining people in this military camp are all those who can't leave."

After a while, the army successfully arrived at Tuyuan Military Camp, and the wooden door of the military camp was still open.

Immediately, the army entered the military camp in an orderly manner.

Bai Qi took a quick look and saw countless corpses on the ground of the military camp, but there were still rustling sounds coming from some tents.

Bai Qi's face was gloomy, he waved his hand and said loudly: "Deal with them! Don't leave a single person alive!"

Qin Ze looked at Huo Qubing and said: "Those who fled to the border, I think this journey has been enough for them. You take them there first!"

"Just leave this place to Bai Qi!"

As soon as the words fell, the army split into two groups, one of which immediately rushed to the final battlefield...

In one of the tents in the Tuyuan military camp, Mokodin sat on his knees, looking at the corpses around him, and took out his dagger with an expressionless expression.

This time, he didn't hesitate. The moment he closed his eyes, he stabbed the dagger into his throat...

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Time passed gradually, and soon it was afternoon.

Mitri walked on the road with the remaining hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses. They walked extremely slowly.

In fact, many people have fallen behind along the way, and most of those who have fallen behind have frozen to death in this cold night.

The battle during the day, coupled with the running back and forth, and starting out late at night, not to mention the people, even the horses were exhausted. Therefore, in the second half of the night, the entire army was moving several times slower than usual. times.

The cold hit everyone, and they had no time to make a fire to cook or boil some hot water, so they could only chew shriveled food and drink the cold water. Their bodies were reaching their limit.

But as the sun rose, their frozen bodies became slightly warmer.

Only now——

Mitri glanced at the sky. After noon, the sun was covered by clouds, followed by a howling wind, and the temperature in the air dropped suddenly.

Even though he was physically strong, his lips turned purple due to the cold wind, and his hands were too cold to control his fingers flexibly.

"call--"

He exhaled heavily, a thin layer of mist rising around his mouth.

"Hurry, follow. It's not far away. You can see the bridge after climbing over the slope in front." Mitri shouted.

"Yes." A feeble reply came from behind.

Mitri turned his head and glanced. At the end of the team, many people were even walking. Their horses were exhausted last night and chose to stop moving forward. No matter how hard they pulled, they couldn't pull them.

In desperation, they had no choice but to come down and walk.

Seeing the dejected look on everyone's face, Mitri shook his head, feeling a sudden resentment in his heart.

"This revenge! I will return it sooner or later! King Zhenbei, just wait for me!"

"When next spring, I will definitely lead the strongest army over. By then, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Speaking of this, Mitri gritted his teeth, his face full of sternness.

This trip to Xijing was actually the most humiliating time in his life. Whether he was fighting in the country of Tuyuan or fighting in the small countries around Tuyuan, he had never been beaten like this.

This great shame was completely unacceptable to Mitri.

At this moment, thinking back to being hit by huge rocks and burned by flames on the battlefield yesterday, Mitri felt angry and scared.

But the army continued to advance and began to climb over the slope.

Mitri took the lead. He held the reins tightly and kicked the horse's feet. The horse neighed in dissatisfaction and began to walk up with difficulty.

After a while, Mitri reached the top of the slope.

The next moment, his eyes narrowed and his mouth opened uncontrollably.

Ahead, three miles away, on the bridge, there were countless boulders piled high, and there were many scattered stones on the bridge.

Mitri was stunned.

He blinked and rubbed his eyes with cold fingers, his eyes widened.

At this time, the soldiers next to him exclaimed.

"The bridge, the bridge is blocked!!"

"Why is the bridge blocked?"

"What's going on..."

Various mixed sounds reached Mitri's ears. His body stiffened and he felt like his breathing was about to stop.

After a brief daze, his pale face began to turn red, veins popped out on his handsome face, and he finally couldn't help roaring:

"When did the bridge get blocked! When did the bridge get blocked!"

"When did they block it?"

“My bridge!!!”

The blond hair had long since spread out and was messy on his forehead. Mitri was roaring like crazy, and fire was about to burst out of his eyes.

His voice even became sharper.

After roaring wildly, he gasped for breath and his head hung down feebly.

Something seemed to be leaking out of his eyes. Mitri covered his face and his body trembled.

The general Tuowan on the side had no expression on his face. He raised his head and glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, where wisps of snowflakes were falling.

"Go back, General Mitri." Towan said.

"I can't go back... I can't go back..." Mitri sobbed, covering his face.

"I said we should go back to the military camp and join Marshal Mokedin in the final decisive battle with King Zhenbei."

Mitri suddenly put down his hand and shouted frantically: "No! How can we go back to the military camp now!"

"There is still a chance! I can still go back!!"

"Let's go! Go to the bridge! Move those rocks! Move them away! Clear the roadblocks, I want the primitive back!"

Mitri turned his head and shouted to the people behind him: "Follow me! Move the stones! Move them all away!"

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that almost everyone behind him remained silent.

The people behind were trembling, their faces were no longer pale, but black and blue, and some of them had trouble holding the weapons in their hands.

With their current physical condition, how could they move those huge boulders?

Towan looked at the stones on the bridge and shook his head; "General Mitri, we can't walk anymore."

"It was a wrong choice to leave the military camp in the first place. If I had not left, and together with Marshal Mokedin, we would have a decisive battle with the Zhenbei King's army, maybe..."

At this point, he paused.

Because he knew that there was no possibility of victory anymore. From the day he came here, it was really over.

Xijing has really become everyone’s cemetery.

But Mitri yelled: "Fart! Go move it for me! I want to go back!"

"Come on, come on! Come with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mitri slapped the horse's belly and galloped towards the bridge...

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