The Great Xuan soldiers on the wall couldn't possibly have missed the fighting outside the city.

By rights, they should have come out to help.

But there hadn't been a peep out of them... Getting into Beilin Pass wasn't going to be easy, it seemed.

The battle raged on past midnight.

The Tuoluo fought ferociously, but their discipline was terrible. Ning Chen's surprise attack caught them completely off guard, and the whole camp had boiled over.

Above all, they had run into the Ning'an Army and the modao army, two forces that fought like demons.

From the very start, the fight was completely one-sided!

Of the Tuoluo Kingdom's thirty thousand troops, only a few thousand were left alive, and a few small pockets were still putting their backs to the wall and fighting on.

By daybreak, the sounds of fighting had died away completely!

Bodies lay everywhere, the blood ran like a river, and everything in sight was ruin.

This is war: you die or I do.

War has always been cruel.

The army doctors ran back and forth without a break.

The Ning'an Army and the modao army hadn't come through without losses either. Plenty of their men were wounded.

Yuan Long hurried over to report. "My lord prince, another three thousand or so Tuoluo have surrendered. What should we do with them?"

Ning Chen thought for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Leave none alive!"

The Tuoluo army hadn't shown a shred of mercy when it plundered the seed grain of Beilin Pass's common people.

Letting the tiger go back to the mountain only meant endless trouble later.

Besides, he meant to kill a chicken to frighten the monkeys and put the fear into every other state.

"Yuan Long, see that the wounded are properly cared for, and have the army doctors treat them as fast as they can.

I need you all to keep at it a little longer. Clean up the battlefield and collect whatever supplies there are."

Yuan Long bowed and cupped his fists. "This officer obeys!"

Ning Chen rode up to Beilin…