Jun Moyuan squinted his eyes and looked at the so-called spiritual god in front of him, "You are the spiritual god, the controller of this world. Then tell me, where is my Qibao now?"

The young man listened to Jun Moyuan's words without any honorific, his brows furrowed, and his already cold handsome face became a little colder. He took a step forward and said, "How bold, how dare you be so disrespectful to the spirit god..."

As soon as he was halfway through speaking, Jun Moyuan's cold eyes glanced over, and he pressed down on him with an overwhelming aura.

He felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on his back. His feet gave way and he knelt down on one knee. There was blood on the ground. He coughed slightly and raised his head. A trace of scarlet overflowed from the corner of his mouth. There was no expression on his cold face, but that

There was a hint of horror in his eyes.

Leng Wuyou couldn't move since he was hit by the light from the round mirror. He could only watch helplessly as he was dragged into the round mirror.

The sky was dark and gloomy, with layers of dark clouds covering it, but no rain fell.

The dilapidated city wall was spattered with blood and there were traces of being bombarded by artillery fire. The flags standing on the city wall had been broken into pieces.

The soldiers in the city all looked numb. They were huddled in the corner holding their weapons.

There was crystal clear snow falling from the sky. Snow was rare to see in the Great Ember Dynasty. However, the snow today not only failed to make them feel strange, but also made them feel scared, because this snow would kill them.

.

They had not eaten a morsel of food or drank a sip of water for five days, and their camp was blown up by the enemy three days ago.

Now that it's snowing, they can only wear cold armor and walk on the street with the sky as their bed and the earth as their bed. They have been doing this for the past few days, but today the weather is not good.

There was a trace of despair on the numb faces of the soldiers. God, are you going to let us die? But we don’t want to die. We have wives and children waiting at home, and elderly mothers and fathers waiting for us. Why are you so unfair!

Looking at the snow, the soldiers all wailed.

"General, please go outside and take a look! It suddenly snowed today, and the soldiers..." A middle-aged man wearing dark armor walked into the only room that could barely be used for discussion with an anxious expression.

in the tent.

There were four people in the tent discussing the situation of the upcoming war. Sitting at the head was a young man wearing a dark red general's uniform. Under him sat four lieutenants and three counselors.

They were discussing a key point when they saw someone coming in a hurry.

Lieutenant General Zhang Yan had a beard on his face. He looked at the intruder and raised his thick black eyebrows in displeasure, "Didn't you see that we are discussing something? How unbecoming are you to barge in like this?"

The man took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and quickly confessed.

The young general waved his hand, and his cold voice extinguished the man's anxiety, "That's all, don't be so panicked next time something happens."

"Yes, Yuan He respects the general's teachings." Yuan He bowed his hands in salute.

The young general then asked him what happened?

Yuan He had a bitter look on his face, "General, it's snowing outside. The soldiers haven't had any water or rice these days, and there's no place to shelter from the wind and snow. I'm afraid..." The soldiers will not be able to hold on.

He didn't say these words, but everyone could hear the meaning behind his unfinished words.

The hearts of everyone present sank, and the young general's eyebrows twisted into a knot. He couldn't remember how many times he had sent messages to the court asking for reinforcements and food, but it had been half a month, and there was still no response.

When there was a trace of news, he let out a long breath and said, "Let's go and have a look."

It has snowed heavily outside, and the snowflakes are pressing down like sheets of paper. The soldiers kneel in the snow, looking desperate.
Chapter completed!