The young general felt lucky, today's battle was victorious, and the enemy's chief commander was injured.

He was very tired, preparing to go back to recover his Spiritual Power, and quietly told his father that they should leave, leaving some people to guard, rotating them to guard the city gate.

The gate policy, from the battle's outbreak, opened the city gates and the formation sealed them; during this period, the gates could not be opened, whether entering or exiting, without a token.

With the formation he activated, even those with a token couldn't enter or exit the city.

Unless he agreed to open the gate, unless his skills unlocked the formation.

The Barbarian Nation suffered a major defeat; by morning, their people came to save the wounded, especially since the Marshal hadn't returned.

Many of them fled because they were terrified.

More people believed it was the Ghostly deity that wounded them, fearing the deity.

In the first battle, so many people died, without knowing how they died.

They had no idea how they died, as snow drifted down, wounding many and causing numerous deaths.

Everywhere was strange; those soldiers, without leadership calls, scattered afterward, with no one in charge to rescue people.

By the night's end, the severely injured also died, as they bled to death.

The ice swords severely injured them, causing them to bleed; the wounded areas received no treatment, no stopping of bleeding, no aid with medicine.

Furthermore, no one carried them out of the cold places; in places with ice blocks, the soldiers' ice didn't melt quickly.

Originally wearing thin summer clothes, furthermore, their injuries made their bodies even more fragile, worsening their wounds.

Some lightly wounded, because of constant bleeding, also bled to death.

Maybe a weapon injured an artery, spraying blood from the wound.

After a night, the rest of their troops searched, finding residual horses and people dead.

Dead also were some generals and marshals, vanguard young generals, and the like.

Only a few soldiers escaped; they fled, becoming deserters yet were pursued by their own people.

From their mouths, they learned: last night's sneak attack was unsuccessful, inexplicably costing them many lives.

The Marshal brought people to battle and two-thirds died.

Of a troop of tens of thousands, over half died.

They didn't die fighting the enemy; witnessing the scene, it was like falling off ladders to death, later dying from icy attacks from the sky.

What on earth happened last night?

The captured deserters spoke deliriously.

Yet, from their ramblings, it was heard that the original plan was good; people went up the ladders, none were shot down, but once on top, they could gain entry.

Those battering the gates constantly hit it, but couldn't open it.

The Marshal noticed something wrong, intending to probe with a rain of arrows.

Sent many arrows, yet no reactions from the city tower.

The Marshal felt uneasy and ordered a retreat.

As they were retreating, ice suddenly fell from the sky.

The most hit cried horribly; tens of thousands ran, maybe trampling each other to death.

Or maybe the terrible weather killed them.

But why were those on ladders falling to death?

Piles of corpses amassed into a mountain; were they pushed down later, or did they die early on?

Collecting corpses frightened them terribly.

The enemy on the tower laughed heartily, they felt suffocated with frustration.

Unable to carry each body away, they could only collect useful items and cremate them on-site.

Couldn't let family meet, fearing future troubles.

Truly feeling suffocated, the enemy simply watched them cremate their compatriots.

The Marshal died, forced to establish another general as Marshal.

Their ambitions won't waver, just one defeat; they won't abandon the land they've yearned for years.

The land there kept fertile, flourishing, many yearned for it.

Especially the Barbarian Nation's high ranks, they won't abandon it?

Battles naturally bring death, unexpectedly costing so many lives, without losing a single person on the enemy's side.

They began adjusting their battle strategy; if forceful attacks and ambushes failed.

Then they could only challenge, only in a tournament.

Challenge the enemy to a battle, perhaps breaking free from the opponent's evil schemes.

No one knows why those sent failed the plan.

Future battles will be arduous.

A mystery why they suddenly had capable people?

Barbarian Nation also had extraordinary individuals; people came from other nations to serve as the State Preceptor.

In this country, maybe just ordinary hermits, or regarded as imposters by some.

Arriving in the Barbarian Nation, yet deemed guests of honor, becoming State Preceptors, gaining respect, enjoying wealth, marrying and having children here.

Becoming strategists, hearing this bizarre incident, began observing the scene.

Dared not observe too closely, fearing further plots.

Had to observe from afar.

"The enemy's gate uses a technique, this technique I cannot solve; ordinary people would be trapped."

The State Preceptor's words seemed somewhat unreliable yet felt like boosting others' morale.

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