Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 782 Lord Ping Xi, Please Return!

At the Fengdu Camp within the Donghua territory.

Wu Zhengguo closed his eyes to rest, while all the officers in the camp paced back and forth anxiously.

Chu Feng had repeatedly claimed that he would force the Xi Xia army to withdraw within two hours, but so far, apart from writing that letter, he has not taken any action.

Could it be true?

However, Chu Feng remained seated on the main command platform, calmly sipping tea and appearing confident and composed.

Half an hour passed.

One hour passed.

Two hours had elapsed.

Wu Zhengguo opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as he stared at Chu Feng, sneering, "The two hours have passed, Chu Feng. Xi Xia has not made any move."

"You have lost the bet. You should hand over the military power of Xi Ye and return to Yenching!"

Not far away, Wu Yinglong also breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had narrowly escaped a disaster, finally regaining his composure. He was so excited that he almost cried out.

"Take the Dragon Lord out of the Fengdu Camp!" Wu Zhengguo slammed the table and angrily shouted. Behind him, three thousand elite soldiers of the Wu family immediately unsheathed their long knives, emanating a menacing aura.

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Chen Fengxing stood up, staring directly at the elite soldiers of the Wu family.

"General Chu, do you intend to break the agreement?" Wu Zhengguo's eyes flickered with a fierce and ruthless light.

"Lord Ping Xi, don't worry, just wait a little longer." Chu Feng said calmly, "The good news will come soon."

"Stop playing tricks. I want to see what you are capable of." Wu Zhengguo sneered disdainfully.

"Report…"

Just at that moment, a soldier rushed in from outside, excitedly shouting, "They're retreating, retreating! The Xi Xia army, led by Hu Yanqing, has retreated three hundred miles and abandoned all their positions."

The entire camp erupted in excitement.

Everyone stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.

"What? What did you say?" Wu Zhengguo's face darkened, and he forcefully grabbed the soldier, coldly saying, "You better be clear. If you dare to lie, you know the consequences."

"My lord, it's true. Even if you killed me, I wouldn't dare lie about military affairs.

Soon, several deputy generals at the scene exclaimed excitedly.

"They really retreated. My corps has received the message. They have already occupied the positions."

"My corps also rescued three thousand hostages. This is great."

"In the pursuit of victory, my ambush caught the retreating troops of Hu Yanqing, killing two thousand enemies, ha ha!"

The entire battlefield was filled with excitement.

Wu Zhengguo stumbled a few steps, his eyes blank with disbelief.

Wu Yinglong, even more terrified, had a pale face and felt the approach of death. He grabbed Wu Zhengguo and pleaded desperately, "Dad, save me, save me!"

"Lord Ping Xi, you have lost. According to the agreement, you should also step down, and the Wu family will retire."

Chu Feng's voice resounded loudly, shouting, "Someone, escort Lord Ping Xi back to his residence."

Chen Fengxing took the lead, his gaze icy cold. "Lord Ping Xi, please return home!"

Inside and outside the battlefield, tens of thousands of soldiers gathered together, feeling their blood boil with excitement, shouting in unison, "Lord Ping Xi, please return home!"

The three thousand elite soldiers of the Wu family, although experienced in battle, panicked in the face of such a vast difference in strength, becoming helpless.

Step by step, Wu Zhengguo retreated several paces, his gaze unfocused as he looked at Chu Feng, who effortlessly seized control of the military power in Fengdu Camp and assumed the position of commander-in-chief. He let out a heavy sigh.

In an instant, it seemed as if he had aged ten years.