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Minhan Changyang immediately sent people to count the troops and adjust his strategy. The result surprised him. There were less than ten thousand people left.

"What's going on?" Minhan Changyang hurriedly asked the assistant general, only now realizing that they were busy chasing after him and Mu Zhuoshi was bringing people to kill them from behind. The traps they had encountered many times in front of them, as well as the soldiers who were hungry, tired and unable to fight back, had already gritted their teeth and endured.

"It seems like we've fallen into their trap!" Minhan Changyang slapped his thigh, full of regret.

"Then what do we do now? Who knows how many traps there are in front of us. The enemies are in the light, we're in the dark …" The nearby tactfully advised Minhan Changyang to retreat and save his strength.

Minhan Changyang thought for a while, seeing that all of them were extremely exhausted, with their bodies powerless, riddled with injuries. Indeed, without absolute confidence, chasing after them would only be suicidal. He should first retreat and defend the city gates. With the small amount of troops at hand, it would be possible to fight with Mu Zhuoshi and defend the city gate.

"Retreat to the city gates." Minhan Changyang instructed.

However, they had only taken a few steps when they stopped. Mu Zhuoshi, Wei Ming and the rest led the army and appeared in front of them. There were more than 10,000 of them.

Minhan Changyang turned his horse around, wanting to bite the bullet and rush forward, but he saw that Mu Ying, General Yuchi and the others had also brought over ten thousand of their troops to block the way back.

Minhan Changyang looked up the mountain. Xue Moyun and Yuchi Min had brought the hidden soldiers on both sides of the mountain. There were close to ten thousand people. Everyone surrounded Minhan Changyang's troops, the few rows of infantry soldiers lined up orderly, their morale high, all drawing their bows and directing their arrows at them. There was no way for him to retreat at all.

Until now, when Minhan Changyang finally felt despair for the first time. In all the years he had led his troops, he had never lost so thoroughly. This was all that remained of the three hundred thousand strong army. Indeed, Mu Ying was still that famous great general, and was still synonymous with winning and not losing.

"Minhan Changyang, at this time, are you still not going to surrender?" Mu Zhuoshi rode on his horse and walked up.

"You're not dead yet. I should have known it was your scheme." Minhan Changyang looked at Mu Zhuoshi, and said regretfully.

"It's a pity that you're too arrogant and conceited to have reached where you are today."

"Hmph. You are only a cripple, yet you have the nerve to teach me a lesson. It is still a bit too early to say that you are going to win." Minhan Changyang laughed in disdain and raised his head arrogantly.

"You dare to be stubborn even when you're about to die? I think you won't shed tears even if you see the coffin." The General Yuchi said as he waved his whip and walked over.

"Then let's give it a try. Come on, let's all attack. It's a glorious death!" Minhan Changyang bellowed, he flew up and started to fight with General Yuchi. General Yuchi waved his hand, and the other soldiers followed suit.

"My fellow soldiers, you have already lost, stop struggling to the death. Put down the weapon in your hands, my West Cold's generals will definitely let you go, stop resisting fearlessly." Xue Moyun shouted while standing at the top.

The consoling soldier's stomach rumbled with hunger. He didn't have much fighting strength left, and now that he saw that his loss was certain, he didn't have the heart to fight. Now that he heard Xue Moyun say this, even he started to waver.

"As long as you surrender your weapons, you will be able to eat steamed buns. I can see that you have been hungry for a long time, so you must have been feeling dizzy." Xue Moyun continued to persuade her.

"I surrender." One of the soldiers could not take it anymore. He was so dizzy that he could no longer take out his weapon. At this moment, he only wanted to taste the taste of the steamed bun. He had not eaten for several days.

One of them led the way, and the others quickly dropped their weapons and raised their hands as well.

Mu Ying glanced at Xue Moyun and admired him from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing that his momentum was gone, Minhan Changyang was no longer able to win, so taking advantage of everyone's happiness, he used his power to smash towards General Yuchi, causing General Yuchi to fly a few meters back, and took the chance to escape.

"Father!"

"General Yuchi, are you alright?" Everyone hurried to greet the General Yuchi, and did not bother to chase after Minhan Changyang anymore.

"Your Royal Highness, do you need to send people to chase them?" Liang Yue asked.

He looked at the Minhan Changyang who had long since disappeared. Mu Ying waved his hands: "Don't chase after a desperate enemy. Furthermore, with his high level of martial arts, I'm afraid he won't be able to chase after him."