Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

Previously: Commander Long, please surrender to the capital to prove your innocence!

Qinglong's voice was choked with sobs.

Every word was like a knife stabbing into the hearts of all the warriors of the North.

If the S-level wanted notice is a thunderclap, then this "letter of surrender" is a deadly poison capable of tearing the soul apart.

The morale that had just been ignited by Shen Jinglong's words collapsed instantly.

Faith shattered at that moment.

The command center was eerily quiet.

A young communications soldier let go of his earpiece, and it fell to the ground with a "thud".

His legs went weak, and he slid down to the floor along the control panel, his eyes filled with emptiness and confusion.

"Even...even General Zhang and his men..."

"Do we...do we still have hope?"

Despair spread like a plague.

Zhang Hu, Wang Bao, Li Mang.

These three names are second only to Shen Jinglong in the Northern Army.

They were Long Shuai's closest brothers, a bond forged through life and death, having crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood together.

Now, even they have chosen to give up.

Both the Vermilion Bird and the Azure Dragon stared intently at Shen Jinglong.

They wanted to see anger, rebuttal, and even the slightest instruction on Commander Long's face.

But no.

Shen Jinglong stared at the three glaring names on the tablet, his facial muscles stiff as a stone.

No one noticed that his hands, hanging at his sides, were trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

That wasn't fear, it was heartache, it was the extreme expression of suppressed anger.

In the midst of this suffocating silence, a middle-aged man dressed in a regimental commander's uniform suddenly stepped forward.

He was Wei Kai, the commander of the Third Regiment.

"Commander Long!"

Wei Kai's voice sounded heartbroken.

"Brothers!"

He looked around, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Don't you understand the good intentions of our generals? They are doing this for our own good, for the lives of 300,000 brothers in the North!"

He took two steps forward, facing Shen Jinglong directly.

"Commander Long, we can no longer remain obstinate! We cannot follow you and bear the stigma of treason!"

These words were like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan, instantly causing an explosion.

"Wei Kai! What the hell are you spouting?!" The communications soldier who had spoken the local dialect jumped up, pointing his finger at him and cursing, "You bastard, how dare you tell Commander Long what to do?!"

"Bullshit! I don't believe you, you bastard!" the local veteran roared.

Wei Kai ignored them and instead incited them even louder.

"Surrender, Commander Long! As long as you go to the capital and explain things clearly, there's still a chance to salvage the situation!"

"We can't let our 300,000 brothers in the North become enemies of the court! What about our parents, wives, and children?"

The last sentence, "parents, wife, and children," struck a chord with many people's most vulnerable spot.

Several officers showed signs of wavering.

"Yes, Commander Long... Commander Wei is right, think of the brothers!"

"We...we can't defeat Prince Anle..."

Voices of agreement began to emerge, and morale among the troops completely collapsed.

The building is about to collapse.

A barely perceptible smug smile appeared on Wei Kai's lips.

He was prepared to add fuel to the fire and completely incite the crowd to mutiny.

Just then, Shen Jinglong made a move.

He had no warning whatsoever.

One second he was still standing in the same spot, his figure seemingly frozen in place.

A second later, a blur flashed by.

Wei Kai felt a blur before his eyes, and a chill rushed towards him.

He stared in horror as Shen Jinglong's expressionless face was almost within reach.

"you,,,"

He tried to speak, but no sound came out.

"Whoosh!"

Shen Jinglong had unknowingly drawn the sword from the guard beside him.

A flash of blood.

So fast that you can't even see the movements.

Wei Kai's expression froze, and he instinctively reached out to cover his neck.

Warm blood gushed out from between his fingers.

"Uh...uh..."

He tried to say something, but only a weak, escaping sound came from his throat.

thump.

His body fell heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then remained motionless.

Inside the command center, there was complete silence.

The air seemed to freeze.

A newly arrived young soldier turned pale with fright and trembled as he nudged the fellow villager next to him.

"My God... he's already dead?" he said in a low voice, with a local accent.

"Don't make a sound!" The villager glared at him fiercely.

Everyone was completely stunned by this bloody and brutal scene.

Shen Jinglong held his still-dripping battle sword, his icy gaze sweeping across the entire arena.

His gaze swept across the faces of the officers who had just echoed his sentiments.

Those who saw him were all terrified, lowering their heads abruptly and not daring to even breathe.

"Zhang Hu, Wang Bao, and Li Mang are my brothers who would risk their lives for me."

Shen Jinglong finally spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it pierced everyone's ears like an icicle.

"They would rather die fighting than persuade me to surrender!"

He suddenly pointed his sword at Wei Kai's corpse on the ground.

"This document is a treacherous plot devised by that old dog, Prince Anle, to sow discord among us and undermine morale!"

"Behind me are the loyal souls of three hundred thousand brothers in the North!"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"Anyone who dares to shake the morale of the army is an enemy of me, Shen Jinglong, and an enemy of the Northern Border!"

"Kill without mercy!"

The last three words, carrying the murderous aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, exploded with a thunderous roar!

After a deathly silence came a volcanic eruption.

"kill!"

I don't know who was the first to shout it out.

Then came the second, the third...

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

All the soldiers in the command center raised their fists and roared with all their might.

A fire reignited in their eyes, burning hotter than ever before.

That was absolute, fanatical loyalty to Shen Jinglong.

Doubt, wavering, and despair were all wiped out by this one stroke.

What remains is the steely spirit of the military.

Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird stared in shock at the scene before them.

They knew that Commander Long had used the most extreme and direct methods to reunite an army on the verge of collapse into a cohesive force.

This is Shen Jinglong, the Lord of the North.

With a clang, Shen Jinglong threw away his battle sword.

"Azure Dragon".

"Here!" Azure Dragon straightened up abruptly.

"Investigate this thoroughly. I don't believe my brothers would betray me. Dig out every single traitor, one by one!"

"yes!"

With morale just stabilized, everything seemed to be back under control.

Just as Shen Jinglong was preparing to plan the next move.

"Bang!"

The door to the command center was suddenly kicked open.

One of Suzaku's trusted men scrambled in, his face filled with terror.

"General Long! Lord Suzaku! Something terrible has happened!"

His voice was shrill and piercing, choked with sobs.

Zhuque frowned and shouted sharply, "What's the panic!"

The man fell to his knees with a thud, his whole body trembling.

He trembled, and with all his might, he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Bai Cao Tang... Bai Cao Tang is in trouble!"

"Miss Qin Xuerong...she's been kidnapped!"