Resisting the Wind and Splendor

It was an unprecedented, most terrible, and most hateful war.

What's truly frightening isn't the enemy, but rather their own people.

Lu Fengjin not only did not help attack the Urchin League, but in the end, he made a decision that no one could have predicted—his army attacked not Yelü Han's Khitan army, but the Northern Cavalry.

The Northern Cavalry had only reached a point thirty miles outside the city of Urchin when they were ambushed.

The people who ambushed them were actually their own brothers, the army of Prince Jin.

The Chu family army and the Khitan army of the Urchin Alliance had already started fighting at the front, while the Northern Cavalry encountered an ambush by the army of Prince Jin at the rear. With the two battles starting, the smoke of gunpowder spread in an instant.

At this moment, the ones who were anxious were not Lu Fengjin, who had been driven to a dead end, but Lu Beimo and Chu Yueli.

They were all from the Eastern Mausoleum army, and they were fighting each other. Whether they won or lost, it was still a loss.

There can only be a loser in this battle; there will never be a winner.

That night, a dark figure appeared in the Northern Cavalry camp.

But she had only been gone from the military camp for a short time when she was stopped by someone riding a tall horse.

"You promised that you would be with me no matter what we do in the future." Lu Beimo looked at the figure he had stopped, his face expressionless.

Helpless, Chu Yueli could only tear off the black cloth covering her face and meet his gaze.

"An army cannot be without its generals for a single day; you cannot leave the barracks."

It was because she knew that if she told him her plans, there would only be two possible outcomes.

First, he went with him to find Lu Fengjin.

Second, even she was not allowed to go.

“Bei Mo, in this battle, whether we win or lose, we are the losers. The ones our soldiers are killing are our own brothers! I know better than anyone that you are heartbroken and can’t sleep at night.”

Chu Yueli was well aware of how dangerous it would be to go alone.

Moreover, in Lu Fengjin's military camp, there is Tuoba Feiyuan who wants to kill her at any moment. If she goes there, she will have a very low chance of survival.

But compared to the millions of soldiers in the Eastern Mausoleum army, what did her personal safety matter?

“Bei Mo, if you go, he will definitely not let you go. Your going is his only chance to turn things around, but I am different.”

“What makes you different? He won’t be polite to you either.” Lu Beimo wasn’t jealous or angry; he was just telling the truth.

After going through so much, everyone's mindset is different now.

At first, Lu Fengjin might still have some lingering feelings for A-Li, but now, for the sake of his future and career, Lu Fengjin will not only not let him go, but also A-Li.

"If you fall into his hands, you'll be dead! Ali, I won't allow you to go."

"Then do you have a way to stop this battle?" Chu Yueli stared into his eyes and smiled faintly: "You know me as well as I know you. If I had a way, would I risk my life?"

Lu Beimo didn't speak.

He really had no choice.

This battle was unexpected, and no one could have predicted it.

Who could have imagined that the war god Prince Jin, who once risked his life for the people of Dongling, would become so inhuman?

"Bei Mo, when you went to the Northern Frontier, you faced almost certain death. What were you thinking?"

Chu Yueli held his hand, her smile as gentle as the spring breeze of the night.

"You're thinking about the people, not yourself, aren't you?"