The army of one hundred thousand suffered a crushing defeat!
Thirty thousand courageous soldiers met their tragic end on the battlefield, leaving no trace of their remains.
The commander, who should have shouldered the greatest responsibility and resigned in disgrace, remained unscathed and arrogantly maintained his position of power.
All because he, Wu Yinglong, was the nephew of Lord Ping Xi, Wu Zhenguo?
As Chu Feng listened, his anger grew. He clenched his fists and asked coldly, "Where is this young master Wu from the Wu family now?"
Chen Fengxing replied in a deep voice, "He is in the Fengdu Camp, celebrating with a feast."
"In order to uphold the dignity of the royal clan, the Wu family not only distanced themselves from Wu Yinglong's failure but also shifted the blame onto several vice commanders, enhancing their own reputation as loyal and patriotic heroes."
"Now, Wu Yinglong has become a hero."
"A celebration?" Chu Feng raised an eyebrow and burst into laughter.
What a celebration!
The remains of thirty thousand soldiers were nowhere to be found.
The army of one hundred thousand suffered consecutive defeats.
The Xi Ye border was on the brink of danger.
Wu Yinglong had caused such a catastrophe, and yet he had the audacity to celebrate?
Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, revealing a burst of murderous intent.
"Let's go to the Fengdu Camp and meet this young master Wu from the Wu family."
He wanted to see if the Wu family truly had the power to cover up their misdeeds, and no one could stop them.
"Yes!" Chen Fengxing replied in a deep voice. He knew that there would be a bloodbath today.
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