As soon as he said this, both the general and Mite were stunned.

But their expressions were noticeably different.

The general's face was filled with disbelief, while Mithril, after a brief moment of stunned silence, his eyes flickered slightly. He just didn't speak.

The speaker was a general, his voice trembling with emotion:

"Marshal! If it's to be done, then you should go too! How can you not leave!"

"You are our emblem nation...."

He hadn't finished his words before Moco Ding interrupted him. He shook his head and sighed:

"I'm almost fifty years old. Over so many years, I’ve won more battles than I’ve lost, but I’m not some great general. This time coming to Great Yan is because the Emperor saw that I’ve done a lot of hard work over the years and wanted me to come. He wants me to make another achievement, to gain a good reputation."

But now... well, I guess in the end I couldn't hold on.

"Now, how can I possibly return home with such shame? So many have died, how can I account for their lives?"

"The King of Zhenbei is very likely to attack tomorrow. I will stay here and organize the remaining people to resist, buying you some time."

Having said that, he turned his gaze to Mitri and continued:

"Miter, when you return, please convey my message to the Emperor. The Great Qin is not the same as it used to be. They are now very powerful.

In my opinion, it's best not to come again. Let this Xi'an... be with them.

Speaking of this, Mo Kodin touched his face, his eyes dim.

"I will convey it to the Emperor," Marshal Mittler replied, his face impassive, his voice grave.

But the general was still persuading him. Moco Ding shook his head and said, "Don't say any more, To Wan. I have already made up my mind."

"Mithril, you go and assemble the troops first. Lead them to gather, and bring along supplies as well. This journey is quite a long one."

Miter had been waiting for this sentence all along, he nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, General. I will go and assemble the troops."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mite did not hesitate for a moment and immediately left the tent.

"Marshal! I won't leave! I will stay here with you," the lieutenant said resolutely.

Seeing Miteer leave the tent, Mokoding looked at his lieutenant and said in a low voice:

"Tao Wan, you've been following me for over ten years. I trust you."

"The situation is hopeless, there's no way to turn it around. I have to die here."

If I return to my country, Arthur will surely criticize me for my incompetence as a general, blaming me for the many deaths in battle.

"Mithril is Arthur's Prince, I held him in high regard before. But after this battle, I know he and Arthur are one and the same in character."

"Once back home, Mettler will most likely blame this failure entirely on me, so he won't face any punishment. That's why you have to go back!"

After he finished speaking, the generals stared with their mouths agape, their faces filled with astonishment.

"How is that possible? You fought for our Totem Nation, how could you possibly..."

Mocoting interrupted, "No, you'll never guess what they would do with this."

Although many people died this time, I think Prince Arthur might even take this opportunity to petition the Emperor and gather more troops, seizing more military power!

Any war is nothing more than a means to make a profit.

The general's face stiffened, but soon he spoke, "Since that's the case, Marshal, you should return even more so!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't they just blame you for the loss of this war?"

Mokoding smiled wryly: "My sacrifice to stop the King of the North is far more convincing than returning home with a defeated army."

After you return home, just say that I died to stop the Northern King. That way, no matter what Metri tells or Prince Arthur says about me, at least my family can live in peace.

"We're just like this, there's nothing else we can do. This is the best outcome we could hope for."

After the speech, the general fell silent, a heavy feeling of sadness washing over him. He tried to speak, but no words came out.

Moko Ding slowly stood up, he patted the general's shoulder and said earnestly:

Tuowan, today's battle, I presume you have already understood. Today's Great Qin is no longer the Great Qin of old.

This General Qin Ze, the King of Northern Command, is a formidable opponent. He always comes up with unexpected tactics. Whether it's the 300,000 troops or the weapons today, no one knows what else he has hidden up his sleeve.

Having said that, he paused for a moment before continuing, "Treating him as an enemy is...a unwise choice."

After returning home, absolutely do not come back to Dayan.

Of course, this is something I can only tell you in private. The Emperor will definitely send more troops here... No, even if the Emperor doesn't want to send troops to Dayan, Prince Arthur will create conflict and then, with this war as a pretext, instigate the Emperor to send troops over.

All in all, this is a war that must be waged.

And you, Tawon, I can only advise you not to come here again. Trust my final judgment this time. I think I'm right this time.

The general's face was pale with grief, his eyes vacant and lost.

Mocoting sighed, "Go on then, Tawan, my kin. Please keep an eye on things for me."

"This time, when you go back, just let go of your military affairs and enjoy the rest of your life."

The general's eyes welled up with tears. He bent down, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed deeply to him.

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It's late at night.

It was already the wee hours of the morning, precisely when it is coldest in a day.

The air was so deathly cold that it made you shiver involuntarily, and the ground was already covered in a layer of frost.

Under the pale moonlight, a large army marched into the distance on this cold night.

Mite led the remaining people away, walking under the cover of night. It was nighttime, and after a whole day of exhaustion, their pace was slow now.

Of course, everyone's faces were downcast. The initial ambition and zeal had completely vanished, leaving only a sense of despair in their hearts.

But within the barracks, the remaining men could only helplessly cower in their tents.

This night, there was no bonfire burning, no steaming food. There was only the despair left behind here.

Groans periodically rose from the tent, disturbing everyone's rest.

No one could sleep soundly, except for those who had suffered injuries too severe and were already dead. Only they could enjoy the peace of a winter night.

In the tent, Mokoding sat on a blanket, his eyes wide open, but with no focus in them.

Moments later, he drew his dagger from his waist and placed it at his throat.

At this moment, there came from outside the tent a faint, suppressed moaning.

That was the sound of enduring pain.

"Boom!"

The dagger slipped from Mok'ding's loose hand and fell to the ground.

He knelt on the ground, his head pressed against the floor, a silent sob escaping his lips, his body trembling slightly......

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