Reborn and returned, sisters swapped

Xu Shengzhan seemed to be deep in thought, and frowned, saying, "Does the General believe that the various tribes of the Northern Desert will make a comeback?"

Zhao Lingfeng gazed at the distant sea of ​​sand and sighed softly: "The various tribes of the Northern Desert are ambitious and will not give up easily."

Agur's defeat may make them wary for a while, but they will surely regroup soon.

He ordered the battlefield to be cleared, the spoils of war to be tallied, and scouts to be dispatched to closely monitor the movements in the northern desert.

Zhao Lingfeng knew that Hesha City was the gateway to the frontier, and the consequences of its fall would be unimaginable.

Both Agul's Black Rock Alliance and other forces in the Northern Desert will keep their eyes on this place.

Agul fled Hesha City in a sorry state.

The warhorse was covered in blood, and there was a deep knife wound on his shoulder. His armor was torn, and the wound was burning with pain.

However, this pain was nothing compared to the humiliation in his heart.

The Black Rock Alliance launched a full-scale attack on Hesha City, but after several days of fighting, they failed to make any breakthrough. They not only lost hundreds of elite soldiers, but also nearly lost their lives to Zhao Lingfeng.

In the long night, his thoughts churned, and his resentment burned like a raging fire.

Agul knew he had to go back and explain the defeat to Urtu, the leader of the Gebu tribe.

The Gebu tribe was the main force of the Black Rock Alliance. Urtu had high expectations for this battle and even boasted that he would "definitely break through Hesha City".

On his escape, Agur felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.

He led his remaining troops across several mountain ranges, galloping hundreds of miles, finally returning to the heart of the Northern Desert, to the Gebu tribe's camp, at the break of dawn. A chilling atmosphere filled the camp; the guards were utterly astonished to see Agur return in such a disheveled state.

Agul merely glanced at them coldly before striding into the main tent.

Inside the tent, Urtu, the leader of the Gebu tribe, was clad in heavy black armor and waiting.

Urtu was over fifty years old, with cold eyes and an iron face. At this moment, he stood with his back to Agur, his hands behind his back, appearing dignified and unapproachable.

"Agur, how is the battle at Hesha City?" Urtu asked in a low voice, his voice carrying an undisguised murderous intent.

Agul took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, and reported in a deep voice: "Your subordinate is incompetent... The defenders of Hesha City are extremely tenacious. Zhao Lingfeng laid out numerous ambushes, and during the night battle, oil was set off and arrows rained down. Your subordinate attempted to break through several times but failed..."

The Black Rock Alliance suffered heavy losses; we request that the leader punish them.

Urtu slowly turned around, staring coldly at Agur, his face expressionless.

He said slowly, "You led three elite units and still returned empty-handed? Is this your explanation to me?"

Agur lowered his head and remained silent, his anger burning within him, yet he had no choice but to endure it.

The Gebu tribe is based on the Black Rock Alliance, and its defeat this time will inevitably affect the cohesion within the tribe.

“Do you know,” Urtu said slowly, his tone icy, “that the Black Rock Alliance is not only the glory of our Gebu tribe, but also a symbol of the power of the three tribes of the Northern Desert.”

Your defeat has shattered the prestige of my tribe. Where does such a defeat place my Gebu tribe?

As soon as he finished speaking, a man stood up in the tent. It was Dawar, a general of the Tiger Clan.

He sneered, "I've long heard that Hesha City is difficult to conquer, and now it's proven to be true."

General Agur simply underestimated Zhao Lingfeng; Chief Urtu shouldn't be too harsh on him.

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense.

Davar's tone was slightly provocative, and Agul immediately glared at him: "Davar, don't try to act tough just because you're old!"

"You dare to underestimate the defeat of the Black Rock Alliance? Why don't you personally lead your troops to attack the city? Let's see if you can return victorious!"

Dawar snorted coldly: "Hessa City is impregnable. Even General Agur is helpless against it. I am merely reminding the chief to be cautious before attacking again and not to act hastily."

Urtu's face darkened. He waved his hand to stop the two from arguing and said in a low voice, "Enough. Fighting amongst ourselves is pointless now."

His gaze turned cold as he swept over the crowd. "If Hesha City falls, the border will be our domain. Zhao Lingfeng is nothing more than a martial artist from the Central Plains."

If it weren't for favorable timing and location, how could he have withstood the Black Rock Alliance? It was nothing but luck!

His tone was no longer as calm as before; instead, it carried a hint of impatience.

The Gebu tribe and the Black Rock allied forces were known for their invincibility. The defeat at Hesha City severely damaged the tribe's prestige, and Urtu, who had once boasted that he would "definitely conquer Hesha City," had now become a laughing stock among the tribes.

Urtu knew that if he did nothing, the Gebu tribe would fall into even greater internal strife and suspicion.

Urtu looked at Agur and said in a deep voice, "Hesha City is difficult to break, but it is not impossible to conquer."