"Zheng Congyuan, surrender now——" the Marquis of Zhenbei shouted, before him was the doomed force of Zheng Congyuan, which had never truly engaged in battle. When they encountered such an abrupt encirclement, a slight flaw had them immediately seized by the North Border Army.
Retreating step by step, another layer of bodies covered the ground, stacked upon each other, with the blood seeping along the ditches on both sides of the channel into the garden's pond, which had already turned blood red.
Old Master Wen Kang didn't leave, stopping the North Border Army that tried to send him back. How could he miss such a scene?
"Zheng Congyuan, what goes around comes around. Who would have thought your day would come?" Old Master Wen Kang couldn't help but watch the now-besieged Zheng Congyuan with satisfaction.
The Marquis of Zhenbei didn't speak, coldly watching the scene of countless deaths, thinking that the Wen Family Army could no longer afford such losses.
