The main gate of the Northern Great Camp, the old chief of the Xianbei tribe and Fang Lingde gazed at each other from a distance, their faces twisted in anger, gritting their teeth, hating that they couldn't devour each other on the spot. However, the desperate fighting to the death between the warriors of the two tribes made this idea impossible to put into action.

  The old tribe leader was about to shout again, boosting morale, when suddenly someone behind him shouted: "The Khan has an order, the Xianbei tribe quickly goes to intercept the Han people's fleeing troops, and must leave behind the Han prince Liu Zhengyi.

  He flew into a rage and shouted loudly: "I have already opened the gate of the northern camp, and the thousand-mile fertile land has been taken. What does Liu Zhengqi's pass matter to me? I want to kill all these rabbits here and avenge our brave warriors."

  The messenger looked at him coldly and said, "By the Khan's order, whoever captures Liu Zhengyi, regardless of whether he is dead or alive, will be exempt from paying tribute for three years. If you don't go, someone else will rush to do so. Farewell."

  The old tribal leader was taken aback, two thoughts quickly switching in his mind, the muscles on his face twitching, he swept his eyes over the corpses on the ground, and cursed incessantly in his heart: "How treacherous is this Modu, I will remember this grudge." He raised his head and glared at Fang Lide fiercely, turned around to mount his horse, and shouted loudly: "Children, follow me back to capture people."

  At this time, whether it was the Han general or the Xianbei soldier, they had all been driven mad by bloodlust and wanted to separate, but it was not easy. Fortunately, the old tribal leader's prestige was very high, and with a stern order, although there were those who were unwilling, the soldiers gradually withdrew from the battlefield.

  Seeing the actions of the Xianbei tribe, Fang Lide also issued an order at the same time not to pursue.

  As the Xianbei retreated, the Jie followed suit and turned to surround those scattered small squads of a hundred people who had escaped.

  Nan Yi Xiao, who had already started intercepting from the outside, snorted and said, "Mu Rong Zhan is not simple either, he can yield and stretch."

  "Father, what did you say?" Agu asked.

  "If it were you, after entering the enemy's main camp and receiving Modu's order, would you immediately withdraw?"

  "It's impossible, isn't that a waste of the warriors' lives? My son is not as weak as him." Agu Da shook his head like a rattle drum.

  "Hmph, since Murong Chui has said so, it means he won't send any more reinforcements. Now that our Di tribe is not moving, it's up to the Xianbei, Jie, and Qiang tribes to try and capture the northern camp - it's undoubtedly a fool's dream. Moreover, the Jie and Qiang tribes may not necessarily be of one mind with him. Murong Chui made a decisive move and retreated, although many of our people were lost, but also avoided the fate of total annihilation." Nanyi Lao's eyes gleamed like electricity as he gazed deeply at Abuda, saying: "Remember, in all things consider carefully - this is the choice that a tribal leader should make."

  A hint of disdain flashed in Ah Gu Da's eyes, he had always been dismissive of this argument, and in his heart, he had always believed that only the most courageous men were qualified to survive in such harsh environments as the vast grasslands.

  Nan Yi Lie let out a long sigh in secret, deeply worried about the future of the Di tribe. A Gu Da was one of his sons who stood out the most, whether it be martial arts or demeanor, he was top-notch. The only shortcoming was that he had encountered too little setbacks, resulting in him being arrogant and looking down on others. On the vast grasslands, those of his peers who could catch his eye were countable on one hand, and as for those who could make him surrender willingly, it seemed there was only Li Zhi, who had entered the realm of a grandmaster at a young age.

  Such a temperament can still be a brave general, but if the fate of the entire nation is handed over to him, Nan Yi Bian thought of this and immediately felt a chill.

  "What should we do now?"

  "However many can escape will be however many. All brothers who can survive, gather at Wudang City." Fang Lingde loudly commanded: "Break through the encirclement completely."

  Long before Xu Haifeng arrived, they had discussed it many times. Giving up the Northern Great Camp to preserve their strength, this method was strongly resisted by most of the high-ranking generals as soon as it was proposed. In their hearts, the legend of the Northern Great Camp being invincible for hundreds of years was a glorious thing, and even if they all died in battle, they would never let it be destroyed at their hands.

  The bravery of a soldier's blood and energy is fully embodied here. Among the five major military groups, how can there be anyone who fears death?

  However, as the leader Fang Lingchen had to consider not only the glory of the Northern Legion for hundreds of years but also the situation of the entire Great Han and the overall situation on the continent.

  After Liu Zhengting took away the 100,000 relief troops of Huang Longjun and Cang Langjun, he knew that this time there was no victory or defeat. If he still refused to surrender, the only outcome would be a heroic death in battle, and the 100,000 young soldiers would become his burial goods.

  Just as he was hesitating, Xu Haifeng's words were like a wake-up call, and he made up his mind.

  If you save people but lose land, both people and land will be saved; if you save land but lose people, both people and land will be lost.

  The land will never disappear, but people are different. If they exhaust themselves at the wrong time, their fate is predictable.

  Xu Haifeng walked away and consulted with Fang Lingde. The two brothers were on the same page, and they had already finalized their strategy for a full retreat with just a few glances at each other.

  It so happened that the three major ethnic groups launched an unprecedented strong attack, and also cast a shadow over Fang Lingchen's heart. The troops of Kuo Bao Ying had arrived on the battlefield in such a short period of time, greatly exceeding his expectations, and at the same time, solidifying his determination to leave immediately.

  What surprised him most was that Liu Zhengqi suddenly decided not to go to Wodragon City, but instead went east to the sea and rushed to the Qilin Army.

  He thought for a moment and suddenly understood the cause and effect. Xu Haifeng's attitude was not sincere at all, while the commander of the Qilin Army was Liu Zhengqi's uncle. The two were naturally not on the same level. After persuading him for a long time, Liu Zhengqi still insisted on his own opinion. He let out a long sigh and had to give up. However, deep down in his heart, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

  This thought only lingered in his mind for a moment before disappearing without a trace, so quickly that even he himself didn't dare to confirm it. Unlike Xu Haifeng, he had accepted decades of education on loyalty and patriotism, and had been fed by the Liu family's salary for decades.

  However, abandoning the camp and fleeing was also a helpless choice. The unbroken golden body that the Fang family had established for hundreds of years would be completely ended at that moment.

  It's not just Fang brothers, the entire Red Ocean is shrouded in a sorrowful atmosphere.

  When Commander Ling Chen raised the high and mighty flag that represented the red ocean, and opened the western gate of the Northern Great Camp, he was already furious, his heart aching as if being strangled.

  And when he shouted out the word "kill" with all his might, pouring out hot tears and using up all his physical strength, the red ocean boiled over. They were like volcanoes that had been quiet for centuries, suddenly erupting and releasing the terrifying power that had accumulated over thousands of years.

  Desperate soldiers will always win.

  All the soldiers' eyes were bloodshot, and they also had a desperate determination in their hearts. They gritted their teeth, raised their bayonets, and charged at the enemy with abandon.

  The Qiang warriors fought bravely, but they found themselves facing a group of ferocious beasts that were in no way inferior to themselves.

  For honor, for land, for survival.

  Two utterly fearless troops crashed heavily into each other.

  Both sides were mainly cavalry troops, but due to the lack of space, they could not exert the impact force of the horses. Everyone unfolded a tragic and heroic sacrifice on this small piece of land at the gate of the village.

  Fang Lingchen rode forward on his horse and shouted loudly: "Kill for me..."

  For hundreds of years, the Fang family has produced countless great leaders, but among all of them, he is the first and only one who, with tens of thousands of troops at his command, still leads by example.

  Because he knew that at this moment, the Red Ocean needed not his calmness, but his extraordinary bravery and martial arts skills. Under his leadership, the Red Ocean was no longer a calm and peaceful sea surface, but a fiery red, rolling and screaming, like a furnace of boiling steel water, enough to destroy everything in its path.

  Fang Lingchen's frustration grew more intense, and at this moment, the Qiang people standing in front of him naturally became the best target for him to vent his anger.

  Spears, have always been the most favored long-range weapons among high-ranking Han generals, and the family-transmitted spear techniques of various major families are each unique. The Li family's Locking Throat Spear and the Fang family's Myriad Stars in the Sky are absolutely among the best.

  Fang Lingchen's silver spear conjured up countless bright spots, like the infinite stars in the sky, suddenly sprinkling all over the ground. He held nothing back, each spear condensed with ten times the power, everything and everyone in front of him was mercilessly pierced through, he was like a sharp knife, forcibly dividing the Qiang tribe's troops into two segments.

  Not far behind him was that large flag waving in the wind, under the flag, countless brave warriors fought to the death, leaving their lives and those of their enemies, they dyed the scarlet flag with their own hot blood.

  The leader of the Qiang tribe looked at his own sons, each and every one dwindling in number, his face twisted, stern and terrifying. His heart was bleeding, twenty thousand people, this was already nearly half of the Qiang tribe's fighting force.

  On the vast grasslands, due to the deliberate oppression of the Xiongnu people, although they vigorously developed their population, the effect was always minimal. These people were all the elite of the Qiang tribe and the guarantee of the Qiang tribe, they cannot all die here.

  Gritting his teeth, the Qiang tribe leader finally retreated. He had chosen to fall back, though he was far from willing to do so.

  Like the receding tide, the Qiang tribe's cavalry dispersed to both sides, Fang Lingchen didn't even glance at them, and urged his horse forward in a straight line.

  In the west, he led his troops to advance due west, however, no one knew that his goal was thirty miles northwest - Fangmapo.

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