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The shouts of the messengers echoed over the snowy fields over and over again, and each word was cold and hit the heart of every garrison soldier.

The hope of survival that had just been ignited was completely extinguished.

Everyone stared blankly at the Zhenbei cavalry arraying in the city, with the blood draining from their faces.

They fought tooth and nail to hold on for so long, with blood all over the wall, and finally managed to hold on until reinforcements arrived.

As a result, this elite group of life-saving personnel just passed by to take a look, then turned around and left.

"How could..."

"Something big happened in Northern Xinjiang? What could be more urgent than our Black Stone Fortress being besieged?"

"Isn't it clear that we are waiting to die!"

Several wounded soldiers roared in low voices, their voices full of despair and unwillingness.

After a bloody battle, everyone alive in the garrison was injured. Broken swords and broken spears were not weapons at all, and the food and grass were only enough to survive for a few days.

Once the Zhenbei Army leaves, they don't have to wait for King Jie's army to counterattack three days later. The cold and hunger alone can kill everyone else.

Zhou Scarzi clutched the broken knife in his hand tightly, his knuckles turned white and his teeth gritted loudly.

He has lived for more than thirty years and guarded the border for more than ten years. He has seen fierce battles and defeats, but he has never seen anything so chilling.

The reinforcements were right in front of them, with dense iron armor and well-equipped soldiers and horses, but they just looked at the dilapidated forts and remaining soldiers and gave up.

Chen Shitou squatted on the wall, looking at the bodies of his companions on the ground, with red eyes and unable to say a word.

The entire city was completely silent, with only the sound of wind and snow gently blowing against the broken walls.

Only Su Jin stood at the front with a calm expression and no signs of losing his composure.

Others can't understand, but he can see clearly.

He figured everything out in that moment.

It is not arrogant at all for Muye to dare to carry out a sneak attack on the fortress with only a thousand cavalry, and to dare to let go of the harsh words of three-day revenge.

Someone gave him the scoop.

Sudden changes occurred at many passes along the northern Xinjiang defense line, forcing the Zhenbei cavalry to retreat across the entire line, leaving no time to take care of the small black stone fortress on the edge.

This is not a coincidence at all, it is a plan planned by the Jie clan in advance.

Use the entire border movement to contain the elites of the imperial court, and then concentrate your forces to pull out all the border fortresses.

A dead move, complete and without any loopholes.

It seems that there is going to be a war at the border!

"Brother Su, what should we do now?" Zhou Scarzi turned to look at Su Jin. At this moment, the whole team had already acquiesced that he had made the decision. "The cavalry is gone. The Jiegou army will come back in three days. We can't stop it at all."

All the soldiers looked over in unison, with helplessness and the last glimmer of hope in their eyes.

Su Jin led them to win this battle, and now that they were facing a desperate situation, everyone was subconsciously counting on him.

Su Jin slowly spat out the blood foam in his mouth, enduring the severe pain of a broken bone in his chest, his voice was hoarse but steady.

"There's no point in panicking."

"The Zhenbei Army's withdrawal is not to give up on us, but because the overall defense line is tight. They have military orders and cannot stay."

"But King Jie said he would be back in three days, which may not be the truth, nor may it be a lie."

One sentence made everyone pay attention.

Su Jin glanced across the white snowfield in the north and continued to analyze.

"He hurriedly withdrew his troops today because he was afraid of being surrounded by cavalry."

"He gave the three-day period to vent his anger and establish his power, and to deliberately leave us a three-day buffer so that we can take chances and relax on our own."

"More importantly, these three days are enough for him to assemble heavy armored infantry and siege equipment on the grassland and make complete preparations."

The prairie cavalry is highly mobile and suitable for field raids, but is not good at attacking fortresses.

Today, when they stormed the fortress, they could only rely on a sea of ​​people to charge, suppress with bows and arrows, and fill the defense line with human lives.

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