The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Tuyuan Military Camp.

Mitri left the camp and hurried to where Mokodin was.

At this time, a general also happened to enter.

When the two entered the camp, they saw Mokodin's sullen face. Mitri was keenly aware of Mokodin's red eyes, but before he could speak, he heard the general trembling:

"Reporting to the marshal, we have already counted the number of people. Now we have less than... 200,000 troops left!"

"All the siege equipment was abandoned, and more than 10,000 people who came back lost their weapons, including many wounded soldiers. Most of them... were unable to continue fighting."

Speaking of this, his throat rolled and he looked sad.

Mokodin's face was gloomy. In fact, although he was in the camp, screams and moans could be heard from time to time outside. Some of these wounded soldiers were splashed with hot asphalt, and the heartbreaking pain made it impossible for them not to scream.

For some people who were burned by the flames, the armor that originally protected them became a burden. The armor had become stuck to their skin and they could not even take it off.

There are cries of pain everywhere in the military camp now.

The running and escaping all the way, as well as the complete loss of fighting spirit, brought them to the limit both physically and mentally.

After arriving at the military camp, many people's tight strings were loosened, and fatigue hit them hard. Many people could not even stand up.

Now that he heard the report from his subordinates, Mokodin's mood also fell to the bottom, and his face was completely pale.

It's not that he has never been defeated. As a marshal, he has been on the battlefield for several years and has won and lost many battles. But this is the first time he has suffered such a tragic defeat like today.

Three hundred thousand people died in Xijing. This is a fact that is difficult for anyone to accept.

And when the fight reached this point, they couldn't even fight the enemy head-on.

When he returns to the country, he will definitely be reviled by thousands of people, and may even be directly dismissed from his post and investigated.

Unless you turn defeat into victory, waiting for your own end is already doomed.

Mokodin sighed heavily in his heart. He clenched and unclenched his fists at a loss. His eyes were wandering. He didn't even know how to comfort his subordinates.

It was Mitri who broke the silence and said:

"Marshal, the situation has gotten out of control. King Zhenbei has such methods, which are beyond all our expectations. They will definitely continue to fight."

"We can't stay in the military camp now. We should return home early to avoid the danger and wait until next year to make plans."

"I think we should leave tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the deputy general on the side looked hesitant and said, "It's just that there are too many wounded people now, and everyone is tired and sleepy from today's battle. How can we leave at night?"

"Up to now, I haven't even had a bite of hot food, and it's freezing cold. How can I leave?"

Mitri frowned and said in a deep voice: "It's impossible not to leave. If they come tomorrow, with those weapons, we can't stop them."

“When it’s time to break, it’s time to break, don’t delay!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mokodin raised his head and looked at Mitri with a cold gaze.

"You mean, rushing back home at night? Those who can't keep up will be ignored?"

Mitri remained silent.

The general on the side had a gloomy expression, and it could be seen that he was extremely troubled in his heart. He pondered for a moment and then said, "If we leave now, at least tens of thousands of people will not be able to follow."

"If this continues, wouldn't it mean that they would..."

Before he finished speaking, Mitri interrupted: "Let them rest here for a day, and let those who can leave first."

"Are we all going to stay here and wait for King Zhenbei and others to come with their troops?"

Having said this, he paused for a moment, looked at the open space, and said casually: "As long as we can't hold on, this military camp should be able to withstand it for a while..."

"Besides, King Zhenbei's army may not come tomorrow..."

These contradictory words made Mokodin, who had been silent, snort coldly.

He looked directly at Mitri's somewhat evasive eyes and said, "They have war weapons and heavy crossbows. Their troops and horses are not damaged today. Do you think... they won't come?"

"Can this military camp be blocked?"

Facing Mokedin's scrutinizing eyes, Mitri suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, and his face suddenly turned red.

"I'm just telling the truth! Do you think I want to run back to China in despair?"

"There's nothing we can do about it! Can we still fight the next battle? If we don't leave now, how long will it take?"

"Hesitating will only ruin everyone!"

"I don't care about that anymore! I want to take away the Eagle Army. This is the elite force of our Tuyuan Kingdom. I can't let them die in this foreign country like this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mitri walked out of the camp with a cold face.

When the general on the side saw him talking like this, he immediately shouted angrily: "Mitri! Everyone respects you so much! How dare you talk to the marshal like this!"

"When you come to Xijing this time, you are under the jurisdiction of the marshal! Before the marshal issued an order, you were running away from the battlefield!"

"You've already done it once before on the battlefield!"

Mitri's footsteps stopped, he turned his head, his face was covered with frost, and he looked at Mokedin.

Mokodin's face was gloomy. He didn't know that Mitri's words were not wrong.

At the moment, the only right choice is to escape from the military camp and return home quickly, but this means that many people will be left behind here.

And the ending that awaits them is death.

As the commander of an army, he is responsible for all lives.

Only he could make this decision, and it also meant that he had to bear the price of these people's deaths.

It was like a huge boulder was stuffed into Mokedin's chest, making him unable to breathe.

He held his forehead in thought, frowning, and his face was unprecedentedly pale. Although the weather was cold, cold sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

The generals on the side looked at Mokedin silently, while Mitri was still standing at the door of the tent, his hands clenched into fists, his teeth clenched, and his face was extremely gloomy.

The air seemed to be stagnant at this moment.

Outside the big tent, moans and screams were still heard.

"It hurts, this damn asphalt..."

"Someone, please help me saw off this leg. My leg is already broken..."

"It hurts..."

When the sound reached his ears, Mokodin bowed and covered his face with his hands, his cold fingers trembling slightly.

His mind was spinning, and he even found it extremely difficult to breathe.

At a certain moment, a sense of regret was born in his heart.

I regret that I should have come to Xijing...

"Marshal, time waits for no one. Only by making a decision early will you have a way out."

"Sacrificing them will save most of the people."

"I promise you! Next year! I will definitely bring a stronger army! I, Mitri, swear in the name of God! I will avenge them!"

Mitri took out the cross pendant and raised it above his head with a solemn look on his face.

"Haha..." Mokodin suddenly sneered.

The laughter came so suddenly that the general said nothing, but Mitri was stunned for a moment. He heard a hint of ridicule in the laughter. Immediately, his face suddenly turned red, like a cooked prawn. .

He finally vented his accumulated anger, "Don't you believe me! I, Mitri, always say..."

"Stop talking, Mitri, let's go."

Mokodin raised his head, his face calm as never before. After a battle between heaven and man, he had already made a decision.

Mitri's face froze, but there was a hint of joy in his heart. But before he could speak, Mokodin continued:

"Mitri, take away everyone who can still move and return home tonight."

"Those who can't walk, just stay here."

As soon as the words were spoken, the general's eyes suddenly widened, "Marshal, you..."

Mokodin's eyes were calm, and he continued: "You also go back with Mitri. This place must not be left without command. I will stay here."