No peer among the great generals: a towering mound of skulls, watering horses at the vast sea!

Barbarian-Repelling Pass.

As Northern Liang's largest defensive pass, it housed forty thousand soldiers.

Scholar stood in the tower, pacing anxiously. As time slipped away, his heart sank to the depths.

Suddenly.

A goshawk swooped down.

Scholar hastily removed the secret message.

One glance, and both his arms began trembling.

He had done it!

The boss had done it!!

He raced toward the main camp and strode straight through the camp gate.

Inside the command tent, Qi Shanguo and a dozen officers stood before a sand table, discussing their defensive strategy.

Scholar spoke, brief and forceful:

"General Qi, Lord Jia orders the entire army to attack and spare no effort in slaughtering the barbarians!"

"Anyone who delays this opportunity will be held accountable!"

Boom!

The officers' faces turned livid.

After three consecutive defeats, Northern Mang's army had surrounded Gourd Mouth. That territory was surely already in Northern Mang's bag.

Under such circumstances, they were to abandon their defensive advantage and send Northern Liang's finest troops to their deaths?

When it came to military strategy, Lord Jia was truly foolish and incompetent!

One incompetent general brought disaster upon all three armies!

Qi Shanguo's expression shifted unpredictably.

Every officer turned to look at him.

Utterly disappointed, Qi Shanguo said sorrowfully:

"A soldier obeys orders. The entire army will advance!"

Within just an hour, the other passes had all received the order.

The entire army was to advance. No retreat!

Northern Liang's entire frontier army erupted in an uproar, grievances boiling over. Their morale was already low, and now they had to keep marching to their deaths?

Dying at the passes meant spilling their last drop of blood for the Central Plains, defending the dignity of the Han people to the death. But insisting on fighting a war they were certain to lose-how pathetic,