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The eastern horizon was shrouded in an ominous crimson.

The towering flames illuminated Huyan Ba's face, which was convulsing with pain, turning it a deep red.

The anger on his face subsided, leaving only an incredulous blankness.

He finally understood.

From Su Zhe's arrogant duel challenge on the battlefield, to the false intelligence brought by the "traitor" Zhang Hu, who bowed and scraped, and then to the massive riot in the Western Camp...

Everything was part of a trap, with each link connected to the next.

The ultimate goal of all these traps was the sea of ​​fire behind him, a fire that could determine the fate of his 400,000-strong army.

"Fire! Quick, put out the fire!!"

The goatee-bearded strategist beside Huyan Ba ​​let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His voice became shrill and even cracked due to extreme terror.

He knew better than anyone that if all the food there ran out, what awaited their 400,000-strong army was not defeat, but an even more terrible fate—starving to death on this foreign land.

"Quickly! Return to the supply depot!"

Tens of thousands of Northern Barbarian cavalrymen, who had just been transferred to the Western Camp, turned their horses around in disarray at the shouts of their generals and desperately headed back towards the Eastern Camp to provide reinforcements.

They urged their warhorses to their limits, pushing them to their speed, with only one thought in their minds: Faster, faster!

Just as they began to urge their warhorses on for a long-distance raid, something strange and unexpected happened.

Many warhorses that were originally full of energy suddenly began to foam at the mouth, their limbs went weak, and their running speed slowed down after running less than a mile.

Immediately afterwards, one, two, and hundreds of warhorses, one after another, neighed and fell to the ground, throwing their riders heavily into the mud.

The specially prepared croton powder that Su Zhe had ordered to be put into the horse farm's water trough finally took its fatal effect.

The originally organized cavalry assault force became scattered and chaotic on its way to the fire.

Large numbers of cavalrymen were forced into disarray as their horses suddenly collapsed.

Only a small number of warhorses that hadn't had time to drink the "spiked" water, along with a large number of infantry, still rushed headlong into the fire.

When they arrived, panting, the Snow Dragon Riders, led by Chen Baipao, had already completed all their sabotage missions and broken through to the north, disappearing into the vast rainy night.

All that was left for them was a raging inferno.

"Quick! Put out the fire!"

"Use water! Use sand!"

The arriving Northern Barbarian soldiers tried to extinguish the raging fire using the small amount of rainwater stored in their tents and the mud and sand on the ground.

However, their meager efforts were of little use in the face of a fire fueled by a large amount of oil and grain.

Handfuls of sand were thrown in, but they couldn't even ignite a single spark before being consumed by the flames.

What made them even more desperate was that the fire was not confined to one place.

As the Great Snow Dragon Riders retreated, they set fire to almost everything flammable along the way—the soldiers' tents, piles of spare hay, and supply wagons loaded with various supplies…

The entire Dongying area had become a boundless sea of ​​fire, impossible to extinguish.

The gale is fueling the flames.

Even the torrential rain could not extinguish the wildfire that had already taken hold.

Surrounded by hundreds of guards, Huyan Ba ​​finally arrived at the edge of the fire.

The scorching heat hit him in the face, causing a burning sting to his ashen face.

He watched as the provisions that had once been enough to sustain his army through the entire winter were being reduced to piles of charred carbon in the raging flames.

The crackling and popping sounds of the burning fire were, to his ears, the most biting mockery of his foolishness.

His vision went black, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat.

"puff--!"

He could no longer hold back and vomited a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the mud in front of him.

His body swayed precariously on the horse's back, almost falling over.

"Great Chanyu!" His personal guards quickly helped him up.

Just then, a quartermaster in charge of taking stock of the losses came running up to him, his face indistinguishable between rain and tears.

His voice, tinged with a desolate, apocalyptic sob, cried out in anguish:

"The Great Chanyu... is finished... completely... completely finished!"

"Our reserves of 100,000 shi (a unit of dry measure) of military rations... all gone in a single fire!!"

"One hundred thousand shi... all gone..."

This number struck a heavy blow to the hearts of every Northern Barbarian general who heard of it.

Their faces were completely drained of color.

It’s over.

It's all over.

On the city wall, Su Zhe stood in the rain, letting the rain wash over his body. Before him, a blue light screen that only he could see was flickering.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully planned and implemented a strategy to burn down the enemy's supply camp, completely cutting off the enemy's logistical supply, causing a complete collapse of enemy morale and a demoralized army!]

[Mission Assessment: Perfect!]

[Rewards are being processed...]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the summoning authority for the special unit "Trap Camp" (strength: 800 men)!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a reward in the category of military strategy: "The Legacy of Yue Fei" (fragment)!]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 50000 merit points!]

A series of system notifications rang in Su Zhe's mind.

In a corner where no one was watching, a smile played on his lips.

Trapped Camp!

The heavy infantry under Lü Bu's command, led by Gao Shun, was invincible in every battle!

Its sharpness is unmatched! It is absolutely the ultimate weapon in siege warfare!

The "Wumu Legacy" is a legendary treasure of military strategy, containing the culmination of that legendary general's lifelong experience in warfare.

The rewards this time are extremely generous.

Amidst the flames, Hu Yanba, who had fallen into despair, strangely calmed down after spitting out that mouthful of blood.

He wiped the blood from his lips, the violence and resentment in his eyes fading, replaced by the resolute light of a gambler who had lost everything.

He knew he had already lost.

With supplies exhausted and morale shattered, this army of 400,000 was effectively nonexistent. Only defeat and death awaited them.

But he was not willing to give up!

He, Huyan Ba, was the eagle of the grasslands and the Chanyu of the northern barbarians! He absolutely could not die here in such a wretched state!

He gave an order to his most loyal bodyguard that surprised everyone.

"Pass on my orders!"

His voice was hoarse, but carried a sense of determination.

"Immediately assemble all my Khan's personal guards, and those tribal warriors who are still capable of fighting and willing to follow me!"

"After dawn, we..."

His eyes revealed a cruel resolve.

"Attack the city!"