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Chapter 224 How have you been, Heir Apparent of the Duke of Dingguo?

Mo Ziyuan dodged the attack and then engaged him in combat.

Two of the remaining men carried Wuhetu's body back to his tent, while the rest split into two groups. One group rushed towards Lin Xin, while the rest all went towards Mo Ziyuan.

Wuhetu's deputy general was not as skilled as Mo Ziyuan, but he had turned his grief and anger into motivation, and his moves were ruthless and fierce. With the addition of others, Mo Ziyuan was caught in a tough battle.

Lin Xin was in a more relaxed situation. One reason was that fewer people came to her side, but the main reason was that these people were much easier to deal with than those from Mo Ziyuan's side. The Western Rong people weren't stupid; they knew that their strength was far inferior to Mo Ziyuan's, so they came to bully Lin Xin, who was an easy target.

Lin Xin did not use her supernatural abilities again. She had been restless all night, feeling that something out of her control was going to happen, so she had been using her own strength to fight against the Xirong people.

She finished the battle earlier than Mo Ziyuan, and then helped him take care of a few more Western Rong people with her sword.

Their fight was quite loud, but apart from the people who started it, no one else came over. After the battle ended, the camp was quiet, and Lin Xin and Mo Ziyuan felt more and more uneasy.

The two men made their way to the granary, only to find a thin layer of unpolished rice on the ground.

"What's going on?" Mo Ziyuan squatted down, picked up a few grains of coarse rice, and examined them. He found that this was the grain they usually ate, but it was old grain.

Lin Xin looked around and frowned deeply. "Let's go back quickly. There's probably no one else here besides those people from before."

"what?"

Lin Xin pointed to the messy but orderly tracks and footprints under her feet and said, "The Western Rong people have probably already left this place. We've come all this way for nothing. We just don't know where they've gone."

Mo Ziyuan squatted down and examined the area carefully, finding that it was indeed as Lin Xin had said.

"They shouldn't have gone too far in a day. Let's look along the way, and if we can't find them, let's go back!"

Lin Xin nodded, and the two turned and quickly left the Western Rong people's camp.

We followed the tire tracks all the way to the foot of a large mountain, and the tracks indicated that we had gone up the mountain.

“Let’s go back first. We don’t know the terrain of this mountain yet, and it would be terrible if we were surrounded,” Mo Ziyuan said.

"Alright, let's go back and tell General Chen about it. He'll have to decide what to do next."

When the two were still some distance from the camp, Lin Xin suddenly stopped, her expression becoming very serious.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ziyuan's hearing wasn't as sharp as hers, and he asked when he saw her serious expression.

"There are sounds of fighting in the camp."

"The sound of fighting?"

The two looked at each other and saw the same guess in each other's eyes.

"Hurry up!" The closer they got to the camp, the clearer the sounds of fighting became. Mo Ziyuan and Lin Xin quickened their pace and arrived to find soldiers fighting with the Xirong people.

It's not quite accurate to say they fought each other; it would be more accurate to say it was a one-sided massacre by the Western Rong people.

Although the soldiers were putting up a brave fight, their steps were unsteady, and they were clearly at their last gasp.

Without saying a word, Lin Xin unleashed her powerful water-based abilities, sending sharp water blades slicing through the night sky and mercilessly slicing open the throats of the Xirong people.

As crimson blood splattered, the Western Rong people stared wide-eyed in disbelief as they collapsed in large numbers, convulsing a few times before losing their breath.

Mo Ziyuan then charged toward General Lin's camp with his sword, stabbing and killing many of the Western Rong people he encountered along the way.

When he arrived at Chen Lingyuan's tent, he found several of his lieutenants lying at the entrance, their bodies stained with deep blood, their fate unknown.

From inside the tent came Chen Lingyuan's feeble roar: "Kong Xiao, do you know what you're doing? This is treason, do you know that? It's a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family!"

"Stop giving me that nonsense. I, Kong Xiao, am all alone and have no ties left. Where would my entire family be condemned? As for your treason, what benefit have I gained by not betraying the country? For so many years, I've only been a lowly deputy general, constantly suppressed by you. Now, I'm just fighting for what I deserve." Kong Xiao's voice was quite confident, with a hint of complexity in it.

"You deserve it? What do you mean you deserve it? Don't you know your own limitations? If I hadn't been covering for you both openly and secretly all these years, you would have been kicked out of the army long ago for all the scum you've done!"

"Did you hear that? He looks down on you, and you're still foolishly devoted to him, refusing to abandon your evil ways." A rough voice rang out, and Mo Ziyuan raised an eyebrow, feeling that the voice seemed somewhat familiar.

"Of course I heard it, you don't need to remind me!" Kong Xiao said angrily, his tone more of an embarrassment and rage.

"It's true that good deeds go unrewarded. I just couldn't stand it and said a few words. Since you don't like hearing it, I won't say anything more. You can handle things here yourself! But let me warn you first, this General Chen is not so easy to deal with. If you are soft-hearted, you'll be facing an abyss!" The owner of the rough voice seemed to be in a rather pleasant mood.

"I don't need your kindness! Don't think I don't know you're just using me. If you keep babbling, I'll chop you up too!" Kong Xiao's voice was filled with even more anger, and the sound of a long sword being drawn followed.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. You can handle it yourself! I'm going out to see when my men can take over this camp. Speaking of which, you Central Plains people are really particular. It's just a temporary place to eat, drink, and relieve yourself, yet you make it so complicated. Tsk tsk tsk, it's all benefiting us." The rough voice said as it moved towards the tent entrance.

Mo Ziyuan stood at the door, gripping his long sword, ready to strike.

The tent flap was lifted, and two men in black carried out a large chair, coming face to face with Mo Ziyuan.

"Oh, how have you been, Prince Dingguo?" A rough voice came from the black-clad man sitting in the chair. Mo Ziyuan turned his head to look at him and saw a burning rage in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Mo Ziyuan asked, his long sword held to his chest.

“Haha, you don’t need to know who I am, you just need to know that you’re going to die soon,” the man in black said through gritted teeth. “Oh, I almost forgot, I’ll take your little chick on behalf of my brothers.”

Mo Ziyuan's eyes narrowed sharply, and he raised his sword to stab him.

The men carrying him were tall and highly skilled. The chair that was supposed to be in a person's hands seemed to float away without any weight. One of them gently pushed the armrest of the chair, while the other twisted it with one hand, and the entire chair was caught in his hands. He took several big steps to the side, widening the distance between himself and Mo Ziyuan.