Outside Xicheng, the battlefield was already in utter chaos.

Countless massive stones rained down like meteors, causing chaos and trampling people. Many met their tragic end in the deluge of stone.

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A iron-fletched arrow shot from the city wall, piercing into the densely packed crowd. Its massive head was incredibly sharp, directly piercing through shields and armor, emerging from the chest of a Tu Yuan soldier!

Not only that, after piercing one person, it remained undiminished in power, and continued to shoot forward!

The power of this cold weapon was maximized at this moment, as countless iron feathered arrows harvested the lives of the Tu Yuan soldiers on the battlefield!

...and because the Ironfeather Arrows had a longer range, even the heavy cavalry at the back of the battlefield were caught in the crossfire. One arrow after another flew into the ranks, met with screams and wails!

Mokoding had already been surrounded by his guards, countless shields erected before him. Seeing the opposing forces' attack grow increasingly fierce and relentless, Mokoding broke into a sweat, his face flushed red.

Although the situation was tense, his mind became much calmer.

Everything from the past few days flashed through my mind rapidly.

The King of Zhenbei first killed 80,000 of his own troops, but instead of pursuing a victory, he retreated into the city, appearing weak. However, judging from the current battlefield situation, if they wanted to fight, they would definitely have the sufficient strength!

They do not initiate battle, but rather lure their enemy to approach with a large army. They then use these boulders and heavy arrows to attack.

In other words, they retreated into the city to inflict greater casualties on their own side!

A thorough understanding reveals that all previous irrational signs pointed to the fact that Prince Zhenbei had been preparing for war long ago. Moreover, he not only intended to fight but also aimed to secure the greatest possible benefits!

Mo Ke Ding was still hesitating, whether to launch a strong attack on the city at the cost of some casualties or to retreat.

But now, he already understands how to do it.

Hissss—

Moko, who had already figured it out, gasped in surprise. His face turned pale, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"He was deliberately waiting for us to come, he's going to kill more people.... " he mumbled to himself.

The next instant, he roared, “Retreat!!!”.

"Messenger! Retreat! Retreat!"

Immediately, the soldiers around him picked up wooden mallets and struck the bronze cymbals with resounding blows!

The voice boomed, instantly spreading across the battlefield!

Facing these falling boulders and the unstoppable iron arrows, the soldiers of Tu Yuan had already felt fear in their hearts. But as long as the commander didn't order a retreat, they absolutely could not fall back.

And now, hearing the order to retreat, everyone relaxed inwardly. They didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately changed direction to leave the battlefield!

The faster you run, the higher your chances of survival!

The heavily armored cavalry at the rear benefited from their distance from West City, so when it was time to retreat, they left even more quickly. Under the cover of the heavy cavalry, Mocorting did not receive a single scratch.

But at this time, a man rode his horse towards Mokoding.

His right hand was steaming, covered with a layer of black, flowing liquid, obviously the result of being splashed with asphalt.

Despite his serious injuries, he was still shouting loudly:

"Marshal! We cannot retreat! We absolutely cannot retreat!"

"Our army of over 500,000, even if we suffer some casualties, as long as we reach Xijing and break into the city gates, we will have a chance to win!"

"If we withdraw our troops, today's sacrifices will have been in vain!"

The visitor was not a stranger, but Tu Shadong himself.

Tu Shadong harbored a burning hatred, wandering from the Bei Ku prairie to Tu Yuan country after years of hardship. Finally, under the command of Prince Arthur, he found a place for himself as an advisor.

He once again used his silver tongue to persuade the people of Tu Yuan, successfully convincing them to send 400,000 reinforcements to Xijing.

The most hated enemy is now in Xicheng. At this time, attack the city and kill him to avenge his hatred. Is it necessary to pin our hopes of revenge on a distant and uncertain future?

This time morale is high, the whole army is immediately united in heart, if we don't attack the city now, will there be such courage next time?

If we retreat, when will we return to Xijing next time?

Tu Shadong can't wait any longer and doesn't want to wait anymore.

This time, even if I die here myself, I have to watch Qin Ze die at the hands of the Tu Yuan army!

Facing Tushadong's cries, Mokoding rebuked, "If we keep fighting, we'll all be dead before we reach the city gates!"

Tu Shadong gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his arm, and said, "Marshal! This is our only chance!!"

The only chance of winning is to fight them to the death!

"If we retreat now, they will pursue us, and then we will die at their hands anyway!"

"Instead of being hunted down by them, we should order the entire army to charge directly at them!"

Mo Ke Ding stared with a pair of tiger eyes and roared, "In this situation, how many casualties would it take to break through Xijing?"

"With 520,000 soldiers, if we do as you say, only a third of us would have a 30% chance of reaching Xicheng!"

If there were hundreds of thousands of troops in his city, how could they possibly fight next?

"Are you making me bet everything?!"

Tu Shadong's eyes were almost blazing with fury. He roared, "Yes! I'm all in!"

"I understand Qin Ze, once he starts a war, he won't back down! He only fights annihilation battles! He won't just let us return to Tu Yuan Nation!"

"All in or nothing, that's the only way to win! To retreat is to be defeated!"

Mo Ke Ding roared, "Stop causing unrest among the troops! Speak another word out of line and I'll have your head!"

"Tu Shadong! Stop talking nonsense! Retreat!"

Retreat!!!

The resounding clang of bronze cymbals, the imposing army led by Tu Yuan, was now in disarray, their armor discarded and retreating in utter chaos.

But even in this retreat, giant stones continued to fall from the sky, along with volleys of iron feathered arrows!

This posed a huge obstacle to their escape.

Uncountable numbers were crushed to death by boulders in their flight, pierced by arrows, trampled underfoot by warhorses and killed outright.

And yet some flames still burned on the bodies of those who had fallen.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and burning...

The sky grew increasingly dark, the flames of war illuminating the snow with an eerie brightness.

Seeing that Mo Ke Ding had already made up his mind to retreat, Tu Sha Dong lowered his head, as if he could not even feel the pain in his arm.

Watching Moke Ding retreat from the battlefield under the protection of heavy cavalry, watching all the Tu Yuan soldiers around him fleeing in all directions, Tushadong opened his mouth and whispered silently for a few words.

"If we don't win today, it's all over. They won't give us another chance..."

The wind whipped fiercely, tossing his hair about. He remained silent, pulling on the reins and turning away from everyone, riding alone toward Xi Jing City...

But while Metralles had already begun to retreat before Mokoting issued the order, he now came from the front.

He saw Tu Shadong riding his horse toward Xijing City and immediately shouted, "Tu Shadong! Retreat! Don't go to Xijing City!"

"To go again is to invite death!"

Tu Shadong raised his head, looked at him coldly and let out a sneer:

"Do you even deserve to be called a 'hero'?"

Having said that, he turned his head to look at the setting sun and muttered softly, "I, Cha Yuanzhen, the great king of Beiku Prairie, am truly a hero!"

Tu Shadong shook his head, then mounted his horse and continued galloping towards Xijing.

Tooshand's voice was not loud, and Mithril did not hear it.

Seeing that he wouldn't leave, Mitterrand said no more and led the Eagles swiftly off the battlefield.

Just then, Tu Shadong suddenly raised his head. In front of him, a piece of bluestone was flying towards him.

Ahh—

The wind howled, scattering dust from the east of Tu Sha. His eyes were dull, and in that instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"If I had not... left the North Lake Prairie, and had not gone to Great Qi, would my Hu tribe have been..."

With a deafening *crack*, the bluestone plummeted.

Tu Shadong, along with his men and horses, merged into the cold ground...

But on the city walls of Xijing, Qin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the fleeing Tu Yuan army. He opened his mouth and said:

"Open the city gates!"

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