Across the boundless white desert.
The Hongze Camp soldiers began using the materials they had gathered from barbarian tribes along the way to build a pontoon bridge across the broad Agate River. This hastily constructed bridge could basically only allow one person to cross at a time.
Once the army crossed the river, they would inevitably be discovered. At that point, trying to retreat while the enemy watched them cross back one by one would be utterly impossible.
Therefore.
After crossing the river, victory meant survival, defeat meant death.
There was no way back.
And they.
Fifteen thousand men.
Had to seize the fortress ahead, guarded by a Martial Saint, while facing the encirclement and interception of a hundred thousand troops. After replenishing their supplies, they then had to swiftly head north and leave this place.
Any master strategist who saw this would say that it was an impossible mission.
Agate River.
Barbarian stronghold.
"Report—"
"Your Highness!"
"After passing Frost City, the Hongze Camp marched north all the way, slaughtering five of our tribes. Their momentum was vast and mighty. They have now reached the Agate River, and by the time we discovered them, they were nearly finished crossing!"
"Fourth Uncle, they really came!"
Ninth Prince Yuwen Xin was both excited and nervous. His palm was slick with cold sweat around the hilt of his sword as he said, "No matter what, I am Chen Sanshi's archenemy!
"Back then, he was merely an obscure little soldier. His first enemy was me!
"Now, his name shakes the world, and the one blocking his path forward is still me!
"I, Yuwen Xin, am Chen Sanshi's archenemy!"
"Good! That is exactly the spirit we need!"
Yuwen Jingwen said in a deep voice, "Pass down the order. The entire army is to remain on