"Alas!" Luo Qian looked upon the utter lack of fighting spirit among his scouts and the panic-stricken soldiers under his command. He had long since foreseen the outcome.
Let alone now, when his troops' morale was at rock bottom and they had no will to fight—even if every man had been brimming with fighting spirit and battled to the death, there was no chance they could withstand that Blood-Clad Army.
As the general stationed at Lulong Pass, he knew the combat strength of Donghu wolf cavalry better than anyone.
Those barbarian horsemen were skilled in both archery and riding, their combat prowess fierce beyond compare. Whether archers or riders, every one of them was a hardened warrior.
Their Yan border army had relied entirely on Lulong Pass's treacherous terrain to pin down Donghu's army of seventy thousand with only forty thousand men.
Yet now, the seventy thousand Donghu wolf riders who had held the advantage of Lulong Pass's terrain had been completely annihilated by the Blood-Clad Army within half an hour. Such a record had already laid bare the unfathomably terrifying strength of the Blood-Clad Army.
Trying to hold back such a powerful army with the Mountain Pass before them was nothing more than a fool's dream.
After a long silence, Luo Qian finally spoke, his voice heavy with exhaustion and release. "Against an army like this, any further pointless resistance would be futile.
"Zhao Cheng attacked Lulong Pass without hesitation and wiped out seventy thousand wolf riders in half an hour. I, Luo Qian, am utterly convinced of his superiority.
"Compared to the King, perhaps he is more capable of giving Yan's people peaceful lives."
He waved a hand weakly and said in a deep voice, "Tell the brothers there is no need to set up defenses. Those who