Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

The Zhenbei Army began redeploying its troops overnight.

Squads of soldiers broke away from the various passes and converged towards the central command tent.

Torches stretched along the mountain path in long lines, looking from a distance like countless lines of fire rushing toward the same place.

No one spoke; only the sounds of footsteps and horses' hooves could be heard.

Occasionally, the soft sound of the leaflets colliding could be heard, but it was quickly swept away by the night wind.

As dawn broke, all the soldiers gathered on the open ground outside the pass.

Looking down from the city wall, the mountains and fields were teeming with people.

Swords and spears stood like a forest, and banners fluttered in the wind.

The morning light fell on their young, rough faces, and everyone stood ramrod straight.

These soldiers all knew that the Prince of Zhenbei, who had treated them like his own sons and nephews the day before, had been killed by the Northern Hu people.

The old prince who would eat from the same pot as them and patrol the camp on snowy nights is gone.

No one complained about the overnight journey.

Their eyes were filled with nothing but hatred.

Someone gripped the gun barrel so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

Some people clenched their teeth so tightly that their cheeks bulged out.

The drill ground was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the flags.

At this moment, the quartermaster quickly walked up to Xiao Fangma, clasped his hands in greeting, and reported.

"Your Highness, all the provisions have been gathered and are ready to be deployed with the army at any time."

Xiao Fang, mounted on his horse, glanced at the army formation before him.

He didn't say much, but simply raised the silver spear in his hand high.

"Set off!"

The military flag fluttered in response.

The sound of bugles tore through the sky, and the military formation slowly shifted with the command of the flags, eventually forming a long black dragon that advanced into the depths of the Gobi Desert.

They pursued for about two days and finally caught up with the remnants of the Northern Hu.

That was nearly 70,000 defeated Northern Hu troops, their ranks scattered and their banners in disarray, desperately fleeing north.

They thought Xiao Fang wouldn't chase them too far.

But they were wrong.

The Liang army seemed to have eyes, relentlessly pursuing them from behind, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

Xiao Fang did not allow 250,000 people to rush forward at once.

He kept sending out cavalry to flank them from both sides.

Each time, they precisely intercepted a group of enemies, slicing them off piece by piece like a razor blade cutting flesh.

The pursuing infantry then pounced on them, surrounded the intercepted Northern Hu people, and strangled them on the spot.

Then, the cavalry continued their pursuit.

Stop it for another section.

Kill again.

Continue pursuing.

Xiao Fang pursued them for five whole days, and the remaining 70,000 Northern Hu troops were completely wiped out.

The blades of the Liang cavalrymen's swords were all chipped and dulled, and their hooves were covered with dried blood.

Every soldier was numb from the fighting, yet not one suggested returning to camp.

The quartermaster ran up the hill again, his voice trembling.

"Your Highness, our supplies are running low! If we continue the pursuit, all 200,000 of our men will be lost in the sand!"

Xiao Fang reined in his horse.

He stood on a very high sandbar, looking north.

There, the banners of the Northern Hu royal court could already be seen.

The wind blew from the direction of the royal court, making the wolf-head banner flutter.

Just one step away.

He could even sense that the people in the royal tents were looking this way with fear.

But he knew he couldn't chase after them anymore.

For the past ten days, he's been gambling on this one thing.

Now that their supplies are exhausted, he cannot risk the lives of over two hundred thousand people on a royal court.

Xiao Fang stood still for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"Bring the person up."

With a wave of his hand, Mingrui led a dozen or so male members of the Gu family up the sand dune.

Those people were bound with their hands behind their backs, kneeling in a row, facing the direction of the Northern Hu royal court.

Their faces were deathly pale, and their lips trembled violently.

Some people were already unable to stand up; they had been dragged up by the soldiers.

Xiao Fang didn't look at them.

He looked in the direction of the Northern Hu royal court and gave the order in a cold voice.

"cut."

The Gu family members panicked immediately.

Some people collapsed to the ground in fright, some cried out in despair, and some screamed.

"It wasn't me! It has nothing to do with me!"

"Xiao Fang! You'll die a horrible death!"

"For the sake of a woman, you're willing to wipe out my Gu family!"

"If you hadn't insisted on provoking Su Yuyan! If she hadn't betrayed Yun Shuyao! How could our Gu family have fallen to this state!"

"Gu Jinghuai! You heartless beast!"

"You enjoy your privileges while we pay with our lives!"

"You'll die a horrible death! We'll haunt you even as ghosts!"

The curses grew more and more vehement, cutting through the north wind like knives.

When a person is about to die, what dignity does he/she have left?

All the airs of a distinguished family and all the etiquette and manners have been driven to a dead end.

With bloodshot eyes, they cursed and swore towards the direction of the Northern Hu royal court, each word dripping with blood and the most vicious curses.

"Gu Jinghuai! I'd rather be a pig or a dog in my next life than be a member of your Gu family!"

"You ruined the Gu family! You killed us!"

"You betrayed your country and traitored the enemy! You have brought shame upon your entire clan!"

Even if you die, you won't be able to be buried in the Gu family's ancestral graveyard!

By the end, the cursing had become indistinguishable from crying or howling.

But the knife still fell.

One human head after another rolled into the yellow sand.

The blood, like spilled water, seeped into the cracked sand, creating a deep black stain.

When the north wind blew, the smell of blood carried far and wide.

A dozen or so men from the Gu family were turned into a row of headless corpses in the blink of an eye.

And their heads were all facing the direction of the Northern Hu royal court.

Their eyes were wide open, as if they were looking at the person who had driven them to the brink of despair.

On the city wall of the Northern Hu King's Court, Gu Jinghuai was leaning against the battlements, trembling all over.

His fingers were digging into the stone, his nails broke off, but he was completely unaware of it.

His jaw was chattering, and his throat felt like it was filled with ice, making it impossible for him to even make a sound.

He watched that scene unfold.

Watching the dozen or so remaining male members of the Gu family being herded onto the sand dunes like livestock.

They faced the royal court and began to hurl insults.

He heard every single word they said to him.

I also saw that row of heads rolling on the ground.

Those faces, even in death, were turned toward him.

Gu Jinghuai's legs went completely limp.

He collapsed to the ground, as if all his bones had been removed.

If he used to hate Xiao Fang for taking Yun Shuyao away and for humiliating him time and time again, then he was still angry.

So now, not a trace of that hatred remains.

All that remained was fear seeping from the very marrow of my bones.

He was afraid of Xiao Fang.

I'm more afraid than I'm afraid of death.

That person is not human.

It's Yama, the King of Hell.

He is a god of death.

He is the one who brought this upon himself, the one who ruined everything.

He huddled on the cold stone bricks of the city wall, his ears filled with the curses of his tribesmen.

How could he not regret it?

If time could be reversed.

If God would give him another chance.

He will never let Yun Shuyao down again.

They would never dare to provoke Xiao Fang again.

He didn't want to defect to the enemy either.

He didn't want to betray his country.

He didn't want his entire clan to be buried with him.

But what could he do?

There's no turning back for him.

Gu Jinghuai closed his eyes, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

In the north wind, he could almost hear the muffled thuds of those heads rolling onto the sand.

a bit.

Another one.