Zhou Chongyue, the rebel leader.
It’s said that this person possesses extraordinary strength, exceptional martial skills, and both courage and strategy. In less than a year, he expanded an unruly rebel force into an army of twenty thousand soldiers.
To take his head is easier said than done.
Fortunately, not long ago, scouts reported that Zhou Chongyue was injured badly in a military training accident when he fell off his horse and was trampled by the horse’s hooves.
This is the best opportunity to strike a serious blow to Zhou Chongyue.
Guo Mang solemnly looked at the crowd and said, "I know this mission is difficult, but it is our only way out; Zhou Chongyue is injured. If we don’t kill him now, we’ll never have another chance! Once he recovers and leads an attack against us, we won’t be able to resist at all! No, we won’t have to wait until that day, we’ll starve and freeze to death here. We’re all going to die anyway, so why not die on the battlefield? Killing one is worth it! Killing two is a bargain! At least in the Underworld, we won’t have failed our ancestors! We won’t have wasted our lives walking this earth!"
To ordinary people, these words might mean nothing, but to every soldier who is loyal to their country, it undoubtedly ignites their last ember of fighting spirit.
They are not afraid to die.
What they fear is dying without honor.
...
The snow was falling even harder, perfect weather for a sneak attack.
It’s unlikely that the rebels even in their dreams would expect the Cang Continent army, so famished their chests stick to their backs, to launch a night raid on a snowy night like this.
This is sheer madness.
Guo Mang carefully selected the one hundred soldiers with the strongest combat power. None of them had dinner, with the last bits of grass roots and horse meat given to these one hundred warriors.
In tonight’s battle, it’s do or die.
After filling their stomachs slightly, Guo Mang personally led the one hundred soldiers out, appointing Lin Fuzhuang as the ready commander before they left. If he didn’t return, Lin Fuzhuang would continue to lead the fight.
The group rode their horses, braving the goose feather-like snow, and vanished into the night.
They took a detour through the woods to the east, crossed the frozen lake, and arrived at the right flank of the rebel camp.
Everything progressed smoothly.
They left their horses in the woods, and Guo Mang led the team to quietly infiltrate the enemy camp.
At this moment, the unexpected occurred.


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