Three Kingdoms: The Kingdom Cannot Be Partial

Chapter 252 One victory after another, then abandoning the army and fleeing?!

The setting sun sank completely into the river and canyon, leaving only a sky full of scarlet glow, illuminating the muddy beach in front of Yanyu Pass, which had just experienced a bloody battle.

The Han soldiers, civilians, and auxiliary troops, exhausted, were clearing the battlefield.

Someone was responsible for collecting the weapons and armor that the Wu people had discarded on the ground, as well as the arrows and arrowheads that the two sides had thrown onto the mudflats during their standoff.

Someone was responsible for setting up camp on a relatively dry and flat open space outside the pass.

Generals Chen Dao, Guan Xing, Zheng Pu, and Wang Chong led their troops in pursuit of Pan Jun's forces to Yanyu Pass. However, Pan Jun was well-liked by the Wu people and had two or three thousand brave men by his side. The Han soldiers finally stopped at the fortifications in front of the pass and at the extremely narrow passage.

Today's bloody battle has exhausted even the laborers, let alone the soldiers who have been fighting hard for half a day.

Even a spent arrow cannot pierce fine silk. Although most of the navy did not engage in fierce fighting, they had more important tasks and would not easily be deployed to the battlefield unless absolutely necessary.

After discussing the matter with Guan Xing, Zheng Pu, Wang Chong, and others, Grand Commander Chen Dao decided to halt the attack on Yanyu Pass.

Logically, having won a victory, even if a truce is reached, an envoy should be sent to the camp to persuade them to surrender.

With Wu Jun's morale low and his troops demoralized, there is a small chance that he can succeed.

Even if it fails, it can still alienate some of the demoralized Wu soldiers from Pan Jun, causing them to become distrustful of each other.

But Chen Dao did not do that.

What if Pan Jun really surrenders?
Pan Jun was lured by Chen Dao's warships, and his insatiable greed led to a strategic blunder, causing large numbers of Wu soldiers who should have been holding their ground in the camp to abandon their armor and weapons or die outside the pass.

This strategic pass, which could have been a nail driven firmly into the Han army's supply lines, is now just an empty shell.

It's only a matter of time before we take it.

Moreover, this period of time will not be too long, at most three to five days.

Soon, wisps of smoke rose from the Han army camp, the smell of firewood and cooking fires mingling with the stench of blood, sweat, and the unique dampness of the river.

The wounded soldiers' camp occupied a large area, where the accompanying medics and auxiliary soldiers who knew how to bandage wounds moved about busily.

The distinctive pungent smell of alcohol mingled with the fresh, bitter aroma of herbs.

The wounded soldiers' suppressed groans and occasional, uncontrollable moans of pain could be heard constantly.

"Bear with it. This stuff is called alcohol. It's specially made by the imperial physicians. It's very effective at healing wounds, but it hurts terribly..."

A healer took an alcohol-soaked gauze from his apprentice and carefully cleaned the wound of a soldier who had been shot in the shoulder with an arrow.

The soldier bit a wooden stick, veins bulging on his forehead, but he didn't utter a sound.

On the other side, the Tiger Warrior named Gao Ang slumped down next to a pile of captured Wu army supplies, letting his comrades help him remove his armor, which was completely covered in sticky blood and mud.

On his chest, the bright silver armor plate, bestowed by the emperor during the grand review of the three armies in front of Chang'an, reflected slightly in the fire, revealing a gruesome spear mark carved into it.

"Brother Gao, I must say, you are truly blessed by the Emperor!" A young Tiger Warrior beside him said enviously as he struggled to untie the armor sash.

On the day the capital returned to Chang'an, the emperor held a grand review of the three armies in front of the city, rewarded them handsomely, and rode past their Tiger Warrior formation.

Because Gao Ang had a loud voice and shouted "Long live the Emperor!" the most enthusiastically, he attracted the Emperor's attention and was bestowed with a piece of silver armor.

To show off, this fellow used a knife to cut off the armor plate at the chest of his bronze-sleeved armor, and then used a cowhide rope to attach the armor plate bestowed by the emperor, which he would then flaunt to everyone he met.

Unexpectedly, this imperial armor plate saved this fellow's life today.

Another member, Hu Benlang, who was from the same hometown as Gao Ang, looked on with envy and excitement:
"Seven heads cut off!"
"Old Gao, you're definitely going to get promoted to Dragon Soaring Gentleman this time, right?"

Gao Ang was so tired that he didn't even want to talk, but he still managed to twitch the corners of his mouth and reveal a tired yet smug smile.

That Wu dog was extremely ruthless today, and his killing skills far surpassed mine. If it weren't for His Majesty's armor plate, I would probably be dead already.

So, by that logic, my worthless life was given to me by the Emperor.

With this in mind, the Tiger Warrior named Gao Feng fought even harder, eventually slaying seven enemies in a row, even chipping away at three of the Sutsu Iron Blades, which were known for their hardness and toughness.

Such a record is absolutely brilliant.

In the army, the number of people who could behead someone exceeding Gao Feng was definitely within two hands.

His comrades-in-arms gathered around to offer their congratulations, their voices filled with sincere admiration and a sense of pride.

They are all Tiger Warriors, and this high honor, to a certain extent, represents the collective honor of their Tiger Warriors team.

We are the Imperial Guard!

Field combat specialist!

We didn't embarrass His Majesty!

Just as the group of fierce warriors surrounded Gao Yang to offer their congratulations, basking in the festive atmosphere, a slight commotion arose from not far away.

Everyone looked at it.

Dozens of fully armored soldiers were seen slowly walking through the camp, protecting a high-ranking officer who was inspecting the wounded soldiers' camp.

The person sandwiched in the middle was tall and well-proportioned, his face somewhat blurred in the firelight. He was dressed in a plain black outfit without any markings, but his demeanor was calm and composed.

Gao Ang's elite troops were drawn from various armies last year and had no experience guarding the Chengdu Imperial Palace.

After being conscripted as Tiger Warriors, they spent their days in training and taking turns guarding the outer perimeter of the central army. Most of them had never seen the emperor.

Gao Ang raised his head slightly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the face of the young man in the black casual clothes, and then his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He would never mistake this face!
He instinctively reached out to stand up and bow.

However, he immediately noticed the emperor's black casual clothes, and in an instant, he realized something and quickly suppressed the impulse.

The burly, imposing guard standing guard closely to the emperor, Long Xianglang, was sharp-eyed and observant. He noticed Gao Ang's expression and gave him a slight nod.

Gao Ang then sat down, and together with the bandit leader Ji Bachi, he was as vigilant as a dragon soaring through the air.

Liu Shan did not notice the exchange of glances between Ji Shu and Gao Ang. He walked closer and closer, but finally stopped by the campfire where Gao Ang was.

"How are your injuries?" Liu Shan suddenly felt that the rather burly Tiger Warrior in front of him looked somewhat familiar, and asked in a calm voice.

Gao Ang struggled to stand up.

But Liu Shan gently pressed down on his shoulder with his hand.

“Replying to the General’s words!” Gao Ang’s mind raced, and he managed to utter a form of address, his voice hoarse with nervousness.

"They're just superficial injuries, nothing serious!"

Liu Shan's expression changed slightly.

The tiger-like warrior clearly recognized him.

However, the fact that he did not address her as "Your Majesty" clearly shows that he had some careful considerations, and that he was not as rough and uncouth as he appeared.

The fire flickered.

Suddenly, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the silver light on the chest of the tiger-like warrior in front of him.

His gaze lingered for a moment, a subtle hint of understanding flashing across his face.

"what's your name?"

“Reporting to the General, Gao Ang.”

“Gao Ang? A good name,” Liu Chan said.

Beside Gao Ang, the Tiger Warriors egged him on:
"Hey! General, Lao Gao has taken seven heads from Wu Quan in this battle! He'll be promoted to Longxiang Lang in just a few days!"

They didn't know Liu Shan, but they could tell that the armored warriors around him were tough guys, either elite Tiger Warriors or the personal guards of some general.

In other words, the young man in front of them was either an officer of their Tiger Legion, the son of a great general, or even a famous scholar-general whom they had never met.

Revealing Gao Feng's brilliant achievements now is both a source of pride and a way to forge a positive connection between Gao Feng and this young general.

When Liu Shan heard that seven heads had been beheaded, his expression changed.

She turned around gently and said a few words to her secretary, Lang Xizheng, who was standing behind her.

Upon hearing this, Xi Zheng took a piece of Chang'an paper and wrote it down.

A moment later, Liu Shan took the Chang'an paper and glanced at it.

He folded the paper and handed it forward, saying, "Once the war here is over, take this paper to Anguo... and report to the Tiger General."

Great generals often rise from the ranks; this is a very simple principle, but it is not universally applicable in this era.

Many people look down on soldiers from the bottom of their hearts.

Through the trials of the past year, Liu Shan gained a deeper understanding of this era and also understood something that many people in this era could not comprehend.

At the same time, we gained a deeper understanding of the phrase "special treatment" in "to emulate the special treatment given by the late emperor," realizing just how rare and unimaginable such treatment was for these soldiers.

Let's not talk about special treatment.

For a true soldier, being treated as a human being by his superiors is enough to make him loyal to them.

Wu Qi sucked the boils of his lower-ranking soldiers, and so his son succeeded him after his father's death, and they fought without hesitation.

Even though I know you're trying to win people over, I'm still willing to die for you.

Huang Zhong, Wei Yan, Zhang Nan, Feng Xi, and Fu Tong were not from powerful families; rather, they were discovered by Zhaolie from among his subordinate generals and military commanders.

His experience of struggling from the bottom made Zhaolie very different from many noble princes of the era from the very beginning.

He was a hero by nature, and thus he was adept at discovering heroes like himself from the grassroots.

He respected the warriors, knowing that they were the source of his power, and was therefore happy to provide them with a path to advancement.

What is special treatment?

This is a special privilege.

What is the style of Emperor Gaozu?

This is the style of Emperor Gaozu.

The founding team of the Great Han Dynasty included dog butchers, cloth sellers, drivers, straw mat weavers, former prisoners, guards of prisoners, and even those who mooched off people in the countryside and crawled between their legs.

Liu Shan was fortunate to have received a proletarian education and did not have the bad habit of high-ranking officials looking down on lower-ranking soldiers that characterized the era.

This is a rare talent.

With this talent, whether innate or acquired, it is unclear.

He should, like Emperor Gaozu and Emperor Zhaolie, discover his own Fan Kuai, Guan Ying, Huang Zhong, and Wei Yan from among his soldiers.

Gao Ang took the note in a daze.

Clench it tightly and put it away.

Although he didn't know what was written on the paper, his blood was already rushing to his head.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he could not utter a sound and could only clasp his hands in a deep fist salute to the emperor.

Liu Shan patted his shoulder lightly, then continued walking towards the central command tent under the protection of Ji Shu and other Long Xiang Lang guards.

Only after Liu Shan and the others had gone far away did their comrades suddenly swarm around them, eager to see what was written on the note Gao Ang had received.

Gao Ang held the note tightly, watching the receding figure, refusing to let go no matter what his comrades said, and remained silent.

...

The Chinese military tent.

Liu Shan had removed his robes and sat in the main seat.

Chen Dao, Guan Xing, Chen Hu, Zheng Pu, Wang Chong, and others sat on either side.

The fatigue on everyone's faces was visible to the naked eye, but there was even more excitement on their faces.

"Your Majesty, this is truly an unexpected delight!" Chen Dao spoke first, his voice hoarse from commanding all day.

"The original plan was to launch a feigned attack on Yanyu Pass to attract Pan Jun's attention and draw the main force of the Wu army to Yanyu Pass, thus creating an opportunity for Gongquan (Fu Qian) and Dingjiang to break through Shenjian Pass."

"I never expected that we would be able to break through the Yanyu mudflats in one fell swoop, forcing Pan Jun to defend his isolated pass!"

According to the original plan, the attack on Yanyu Pass was merely a bait thrown out by the Han Dynasty.

First, a feint to the east while attacking in the west.

Secondly, they sank several ships right under Pan Jun's nose to mislead him.

Pan Jun believed that the Han Dynasty would be deterred by the iron cone that had been thrown into the river.

And Pan Jun will indeed see that the Han navy is indeed halted and unable to advance due to the iron cones that were sunk into the river.

This would create a good opportunity to break through the Wuxian Iron Chain Pass, and then we would surely catch the Wu people off guard again.

As for Sun Quan's reinforcements, it would take at least a month and a half to reach Wuxian by going upstream, a month to reach Zigui, and twenty days to reach Yiling.

This is the fastest speed.

What the Han Dynasty had to do was to strike directly at Yiling within twenty days of the start of the war.

Chen Hu spoke, his voice tinged with excitement:
"Pan Jun thought that he could block my army by relying on the danger of the mudflats."

"But they were still greedy and wanted to use themselves as bait, attempting to sink our great Han flagship with a river cone, which is why they transferred all the guards from inside the pass."

"The result was a complete and irrecoverable defeat!"

"Yanyu Pass is built on a high platform and steep cliff on the north bank of the river. Although it cannot be described as impregnable, it is difficult to conquer without taking half a month."

“If Pan Jun hadn’t devised a plan to win, but instead had simply divided his troops to block us at every turn, then our attack here today would truly have been nothing more than a feint.” Liu Shan nodded in agreement.

Now, the feigned attack has turned into the main offensive, and significant results have been achieved, with seven or eight thousand people beheaded or captured, more than ten thousand pieces of weapons and armor seized, and Pan Jun trapped in his camp. It was indeed a great victory beyond the plan.

Guan Xing spoke up at the opportune moment, his expression showing more composure compared to Chen Hu:

"Your Majesty, although our Han Dynasty has captured Wu's outer fortress, the fortress itself is built against a steep cliff and high platform, making it a tough nut to crack."

"According to the surrendered prisoners, there was only a mountain road that could be traversed by one cart to connect the pass to Shenjian Pass."

"The terrain in front of the village is narrow and steep, making it impossible for our army to deploy large siege weapons."

"For example, a water truck has difficulty climbing a hill."

"Even if we use ladders and siege towers to attack from above, and even if we build siege towers that are a hundred feet high, they are still not as tall as the watchtowers and arrow towers inside the village. We cannot get a commanding view from above, and the entrance is too narrow to build many siege towers."

"Continuing to forcibly seize this village will only increase casualties."

Liu Shan nodded again.

He had just arrived here and toured the battlefield, gaining a certain understanding of the terrain of Yanyu Pass.

Although it is not a natural barrier like Baidi or Tongguan.

But a pass facing the mighty river and backed by cliffs, plus a Wu general who was in charge of supervising the army.

Combining these two approaches and attempting to overcome the obstacle head-on could lead to unbearable consequences if not handled carefully.

He will not become like Gao Huan, who stamped his feet on the jade disc.

Just as Liu Shan was pondering, Chen Dao spoke up:
"Your Majesty, according to the surrendered prisoners, the grain and fodder within the pass are still enough to last for two or three months."

Pan Jun's army was still in high spirits and had sufficient supplies.

"Their fortified walls and arrow towers are indeed as Anguo said, taller than the siege towers and cloud ladders of our Han Dynasty. If we want to launch a strong attack, we will need to build earthen mounds, which will take a lot of time."

Zheng Pu and Wang Chong nodded in agreement.

Liu Shan then asked, "Grand Commander, you must already have a plan, right?"

Chen Dao nodded: "Your Majesty, I believe that rather than wasting our forces here with Pan Jun, we should proceed according to the original plan, reinforce Gongquan and Dingjiang, and first capture Shenjian Pass."

"Shenjian Pass and Yanyu Pass are two passes that are integrated and support each other."

"Once the Shenjian Pass is breached, the Yanyu Pass will become an isolated and desolate place."

"Unless Pan Jun wants to sit and wait for death, he will definitely abandon the pass and retreat, concentrating all his troops in Wu County to hold out for reinforcements."

According to the river defense map that Liu Shan obtained from the righteous men who returned to Han.

After Shenjian Pass and Yanyu Pass, and before Tiesuojiang Pass in Wuxian County, Pan Jun had three more passes, originally intended to block the enemy layer by layer.

But now that Pan Jun has suffered defeat after defeat, and so miserably and so quickly, once Fu Qian's side captures Shenjian Pass, he will never be able to pull off any more of that elaborate scheme of layered blocking.

The opinions of the group tended to be in agreement.

The key is Shenjian Pass to the north.

"Good." Liu Shan finally nodded.

"Issue the order to the entire army."

"Closely monitor the situation inside the pass."

"Resting and resting the soldiers, and consolidating the beachhead camp."

"Also, send a message to the troops of Fu Qian, Zhang Gu, Lei Bu, and Zhao Guang, ordering them to intensify their offensive and capture Shenjian Pass as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!" Led by Chen Dao, Guan Xing and the other generals answered in unison.

...

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Yanyu Pass.

Wu Jun's camp.

The lights flickered in the central command tent.

Pan Jun sat on a simple wooden stool, his face deathly pale.

Armor still on, blood and mud congealed on clothing, and once neat hair and beard now disheveled.

The military advisor Deng Xuanzhi stood to one side, his expression equally anxious.

“My lord, no matter what, we were right. The main force of the Shu army is indeed at Yanyu Pass... Otherwise, we wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.”

Deng Xuanzhi licked his chapped lips.

It seemed like an attempt to comfort Poon Chun, or perhaps to convince himself.

However, as he spoke more and more, his voice grew softer and softer.

In the end, it almost became a muttering to himself.

Before long, the tent returned to deathly silence.

The only sounds were the crackling of burning torches and the incessant groans and cries of wounded soldiers coming from all directions within the village.

After an unknown amount of time, Deng Xuanzhi seemed to have grasped something and hurriedly said again:

"My lord, thankfully... thankfully, the deep ravine pass of Beishan is still there!"

"Although the smoke signals burned for a whole day and the Shu army's offensive was extremely fierce, they ultimately failed to break through the pass!"
"Now that the Shu bandits have suspended their attack on Yanyu Pass, their next move will surely be to concentrate their forces and launch a fierce attack on Shenjian Pass!"
"If that place is lost, our army... our army here will truly be trapped like turtles in a jar!"

Pan Jun remained silent.

As Deng Xuanzhi said, he had already foreseen the next move of the Shu army.

The reason I do nothing is not because I am truly disheartened or utterly hopeless.

Instead, they were waiting for the morale of the soldiers in the camp to gradually stabilize.

At present, the morale of the troops in this fortress has finally stabilized after the initial panic, but this is based on the fact that Shenjian Pass is still standing and the retreat route is not cut off.

“Military Advisor Deng,” Pan Jun finally spoke, his voice hoarse, carrying a resolute determination.

"Your humble servant is here!" Deng Xuanzhi replied in a resounding voice.

"Immediately gather two thousand capable warriors and set off with me to reinforce Deep Ravine Pass!"

Deng Xuanzhi was stunned for a moment:
"My lord...you're going in person?"

Pan Jun stood up, his movements slightly sluggish from exhaustion, but his eyes sharpened: "Yanyu Pass has lost its outer defenses; holding it is pointless. Shenjian Pass must not be lost!"

He needs a victory.

Even if it's just repelling one attack by the Shu army.

He needed to prove that he, Pan Chengming, had not been completely defeated by the Shu army.

...

...

At the same time that Pan Jun was counting people.

North of Shenjian Pass, deep within the dense forest of Yingchoujian, the leaders of the Banshun barbarians, Gong Shun, E He, and Luo Ping, were leading their people in silent passage.

During the day, they successfully evaded the Wu scouts by using their disguises.

With his exceptional skill in using the Bashan vines to leap across the Yingchoujian Gorge, a pass that seemed almost impossible to cross for ordinary people, he led the elite troops to bring the remaining two thousand people to the east of the gorge.

As for their disguise, it is not some magical secret technique, but rather the survival wisdom accumulated over generations of living alongside the Bashan Mountains.

The clothes were made of coarse linen soaked in mud and stained with moss and dead leaves, which blended well with the colors of the woodland.

Dark oil paint, made from a mixture of stove ash and crushed plant juice, was applied to his face and arms to reduce the reflectivity of his skin.

They are extremely patient when they operate, making full use of terrain shadows and vegetation for cover.

They moved slowly and quietly, as if they were part of the mountains and forests.

The Wu scouts were mostly drawn to the Han army's feigned attack from the front, and they were completely unaware that this force of more than two thousand men had silently maneuvered around Yingchoujian, which they considered an insurmountable barrier.

"kill!"

Gong Shun let out a shriek like a mandrill and was the first to leap out from the bushes where he was hiding!
Behind them, thousands of Ba people warriors emerged from the darkness like ghosts.

They were only covered in leather armor or thick cloth, but they moved as nimbly as apes, roaring ancient and wild battle horns as they rushed down the steep hillside towards the Wu army camp below.

"what happened?!"

"Where did these people come from?!"

Chaos erupted instantly in the camp!

The Wu people thought that the battle was over and no one expected that the enemy would appear from this direction!
Ita-Tate was known for his fierce and direct fighting style.

They were adept at using poisoned arrows for long-range harassment, while in close combat they would form groups of three to five, coordinating their attacks to target the lower body and gaps in the armor of the Wu people.

They also used the terrain to their advantage, rolling and maneuvering, sometimes throwing flying stones to trip the enemy, and sometimes throwing out grappling hooks to pull at the shield formation of the Wu army.

Many Wu soldiers, exhausted from a day of fierce fighting, fell asleep. Awakened from their sleep, they were shot down by the approaching Ba people warriors with white bamboo crossbows before they could even don their armor and take up their weapons.

Following closely behind were the close-quarters combat attacks by the Cong warriors wielding short spears and machetes.

The flames jumped.

It reflected the ferocious faces of the Ba people and the horrified expressions on the faces of Wu's soldiers.

The sounds of clashing weapons, screams, and the strange cries of the Ba people rose up all at once, echoing through the valley and startling the birds and beasts.

Wu Jun was already exhausted from the daytime battle, and he had recently heard the news that Pan Jun had suffered a major defeat downstream. His morale collapsed instantly, and he was unable to organize any effective resistance.

The Wu army's positions east of Yingchoujian were thrown into chaos almost instantly.

West bank of Yingchoujian.

Fu Qian stood beneath the banner of the Taotie.

Because of the obstruction of Yanyu Pass, he was too far from the riverbank, more than 30 li away, and did not receive the military report of the great victory at Yanyu Pass downstream.

At this moment, seeing the fire on the opposite bank in the distance and hearing the deafening shouts of battle, how could they not know that Gong Shun, E He, and other leaders of the Ba people had already succeeded!

"Raise the bridge!"

"attack!"

Fu Qian made a decisive decision and gave the order.

Wu Jun was already in disarray due to the attack by the Ba people.

Seeing the main force of the Han army arrive again, and Fu Qian's tall banner with the Taotie pattern, they were even more terrified.

When the first group of Han soldiers, numbering only a dozen or so, reached the east bank of Yingchoujian, the last vestige of fighting spirit of the more than one thousand defenders of Yingchoujian completely collapsed.

They abandoned their armor and fled south.

The Han army and the Banshun barbarians joined forces and pursued the enemy all the way. They encountered almost no decent resistance and swept through the Wu army's layers of defenses between Yingchoujian and Shenjianguan with ease, their advance reaching the foot of Shenjianguan.

Meanwhile, the Wu army at the pass was exhausted after a day of fierce fighting with generals Zhang Gu and Lei Bu. At dusk, they heard the news of Pan Jun's defeat at Yanyu Pass and the collapse of the reinforcements.

At this moment, they saw that the Han army had actually broken through Yingchoujian, and Zhang Gu and Lei Bu, the two generals on the opposite bank, also led their men to launch another fierce attack.

For a time, people were filled with panic and lost all will to fight.

Before long, several thousand garrison troops abandoned the pass and fled.

Five miles south of Shenjian Pass.

Pan Jun, who was leading two thousand reinforcements on a hurried march along the mountain road, ran right into the remnants of his own defeated army.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong, General!"

"Eagle Sorrow Gorge has been defeated, Deep Ravine Pass has been defeated, they've all been defeated!!!"

"What...what did you say?!" Pan Jun's vision went black, his body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground.

When he finally awoke, he could vaguely see an unknown number of Han soldiers rushing toward him with torches in hand.

He stood there, stunned, hesitating for a long time.

First, I glanced in the direction of Yanyu Pass.

He then turned north again and stared at the torches covering the mountains and fields for a long time.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, his expression turned ferocious: "Order... the entire army to turn around! Retreat to Wuxian immediately! Quickly!"

He has no choice.

Shenjian Pass and Yanyu Pass were originally one entity.

With Shenjian Pass breached, returning to Yanyu Pass would mean certain death.

As for Deng Xuanzhi... and the thousands of soldiers guarding Yanyu Pass... he couldn't care less about that now.

(End of this chapter)