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After the seriously wounded soldier said these desperate words, the cave became deathly silent.

The howling wind and snow poured in from the entrance of the cave, blowing everyone's body with a biting coldness. What was colder than the cold winter in northern Xinjiang was the chill in everyone's heart.

Just now, everyone just thought that Yanshuoguan sent spies to the back mountain secretly to spy on their wounded and their defenses.

But now after hearing this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on everyone's backs.

It turns out it’s more than just spying!

Not only did Yanshuoguan send people to keep an eye on their trump cards, there were actually defenders who directly defected to the Jie clan and mingled with the enemy camp to report the news in real time!

Zhou Scarzi's face was livid. He walked up to the seriously injured soldier in a few steps. He suppressed his impatience and anger and asked in a low voice: "Did you see clearly? Is it really your fellow countryman who died in the battle? Is he really in the Jieqi team?"

The seriously injured soldier leaned against the cold stone wall and coughed twice violently. A trace of light red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disbelief and collapse.

"I can see clearly...the body shape, sword skills, and even the purple-green birthmark on his face are exactly the same!"

"At the beginning, the military camp announced that he was stationed at Yanshuo Pass and was attacked by aliens. All his men died in battle and no bones were left. I even cried several times with my brothers in the camp!"

His voice became hoarse as he spoke, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking.

"When I caught a glimpse of him in the melee just now, he was wearing the leather armor of the Jie tribe, mixed in with the cavalry, and staring at the defensive gaps in our fort! At that moment, I was completely confused, and I was seriously injured and passed out!"

All the veterans present were silent, and each of them clenched the weapons in their hands, their knuckles turning white.

Comrades from the same hometown and brothers who enlisted in the same batch.

The Yong soldiers who were supposed to defend their home and country.

He did not die on the battlefield, nor was he defeated by the enemy.

Instead, he defected to the foreign race and turned to his own people with swords drawn!

Liu Tun gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently, suppressing his overwhelming anger: "No wonder! No wonder every attack of the Jie Clan is so accurate!"

"They know exactly where we have fewer people, where our traps are weak, and which side is a temporary defense line!"

"I used to think that the news was leaked from our garrison, or that the other party was lucky, but now I understand everything!"

It's not a garrison leak at all.

They are rebels from Yanshuo Pass who have been hiding in the enemy camp all year round and have found out their ins and outs!

Su Jin's eyes sank slightly, and there was no surprise on his face, only a bone-chilling coldness.

From beginning to end, his judgments were all correct.

All the disasters came from the rear, from Yanshuoguan, which was supposed to protect them.

The higher-ups deprived the troops of their pay and supplies, cutting off their livelihood.

The middle level sends spies outside to spy on the defenses and find out their trump cards.

The lower-level garrison soldiers betrayed the enemy and surrendered to Jie, spreading the news and leading foreign enemies to massacre their own people.

From top to bottom, the whole line sucks.

They, the soldiers guarding the front line in northern Xinjiang, armed with the worst equipment, endured the hardest hardships, and guarded the most dangerous passes, fought tooth and nail to block all the war at Yanshuoguan.

As a result, there were people at the rear who teamed up to set up a death net, just to trap them alive, fight to death, and kill them all!

"I really don't understand..." A young soldier said with red eyes and a trembling voice, "They are all soldiers from Dayong, and they all eat military rations at the border. Why do they treat us like this?"

"We are all dead, and the door to Northern Xinjiang is wide open. Isn't it the whole Dayong that will suffer?"

No one could answer his question.

In troubled times at the border, in the eyes of those who are greedy for profit, there is never a family or a country, only self-interest.

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