Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1632 - 515: Beishuo’s Dead End, Reunion and Fury

Beishuo City, Lord’s Hall

Yang Zhun sat alone at the head seat, separated from the others by a green bead curtain. Behind the curtain, over ten maids were moving about in the deep night, evidently cleaning his wounds, with faint sobbing sounds from women coming from within.

In the front row below the hall, a total of eleven people stood, five of them from Beishuo of Xianyang Level, and the other six were the Xianyang Level people from Chen Cang, including Chu Xuan Kong, Chu Renjie, and Chu Qinghe.

"Reporting to the Lord, fifty thousand Xia Army soldiers have not camped outside the city. Instead, they’ve split into four groups: twenty thousand at the east main gate, and ten thousand each on the other three sides, completely surrounding the city, and are already within three hundred meters of the gates!"

As Yang Rong hastily reported the situation outside the city, the already oppressive atmosphere in the hall turned even heavier.

Although the people’s faces looked grim, no one dared to speak or even make any substantial movements, let alone look up at the bead curtain at the head seat.

Only Chu Xuan Kong, who had lost both arms, frequently turned his head towards the bead curtain, slightly opened his mouth, but then swallowed his words with a heavy expression.

"Elder Chu, if you want to say something, feel free to speak..."

Suddenly, Yang Zhun’s voice came from behind the bead curtain at the head seat.

His voice was exceptionally weak, lacking its usual volume, clearly struggling to hold on, and the Beishuo crowd, upon hearing it, all showed slightly somber expressions. Yang Rong and the other five Xianyang Level people appeared even more gloomily as if blood might seep through.

The silent crowd finally turned their gaze toward Chu Xuan Kong and the other six from Chen Cang.

It was evident that there was a deep sense of hope in the eyes of the Beishuo people, clearly aware that Chu Xuan Kong’s group was the only hope to help them now.

Chu Xuan Kong knew exactly what the Beishuo group was thinking. Hearing Yang Zhun’s words, he didn’t hesitate and spoke directly in a deep voice: "Brother Yang, it’s been almost three days, and the people from Chen Cang haven’t arrived. It can basically be concluded that He Fei was intercepted, and now we don’t know if he’s alive or dead.

Last night we learned that Baimu City was defeated, I’ve already sent Qinghe back to seek help. Qinghe is cautious in his actions and good at hiding his tracks. He presumably won’t be intercepted by Great Xia again, but the problem is..."

He paused slightly before continuing: "The journey is long; even if Qinghe encounters no mishaps, coming and going will take at least sixteen hours..."

As Chu Xuan Kong’s words fell, the hall suddenly became deathly silent.

He said Baimu City was defeated last night, which wasn’t entirely accurate, because in Ice Abyss the time boundary is sunrise, and there was still more than an hour until sunrise, making Baimu City’s defeat technically happen in the first half of tonight.

When Yang Zhun fled back to Beishuo City, less than two hours of the first half had passed, and Chu Qinghe departed at that time, meaning from when he left the city to report the news until now, only seven hours have passed.

The round trip to Chen Cang from Beishuo City takes at least sixteen hours, and seven hours isn’t even halfway there.

The crucial point is that Chu Xuan Kong also mentioned that this is under the premise Qinghe encounters no mishaps; if anything goes wrong, the time will only take longer, or worse, if he gets intercepted by Great Xia...

In an instant, the despair was even more intense on the faces of the Beishuo crowd in the hall.

"Elder Chu, I am an adviser in the Yanling County Mansion. Technically, I shouldn’t comment on the Prefectural Governor’s decisions, but before heading south this time, the Lord Governor reiterated multiple times that Great Xia cannot annex Beishuo. Given the current situation you’ve seen, if reinforcements delay, we can’t withstand Great Xia’s forces..."

"I understand!"

Hearing the faintly threatening tone in Yang Zhun’s voice, Chu Xuan Kong’s face was also unwell. He felt just as frustrated after losing his arms in Xia City, but knowing Yang Zhun had just lost two brothers, he slightly suppressed his anger and spoke in a deep voice: "Help won’t arrive in a short time, Cai Qiu’s group won’t come to help us either, so now we can only defend the city firmly, the defenses in Beishuo City are still quite solid, holding for a few days shouldn’t be a big issue.

The current key is to buy time..."

How long to delay?

Sixteen hours is just speculation; who knows when Chu Qinghe will actually bring people over.

Chu Xuan Kong saw the expressions on everyone’s faces and instantly knew what they were thinking, his eyes flashed with a hint of disdain as he spoke in a deep voice: "You have nearly twenty thousand people of Earth-digging Realm within the city; the Xia Army can’t possibly choose to attack the city at night; in other words, as long as you hold the daylight for two hours, it’s considered holding for a day.

Thirty-five thousand people, what are you afraid of?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was slightly stunned, then they turned to look at Yang Zhun behind the bead curtain at the head seat, immediately bowing their heads.

Who wouldn’t be afraid?

In the Battle of Baimu City, Yang Fa and Yang Jian were killed, the fate of five Xianyang Level people is unknown, and almost all of the twenty-five thousand troops were wiped out, even the Great Lord whom they revered was almost killed.

At this moment, everyone in the hall recalled the terrifying scene of half Yang Zhun’s neck cut off when he fled back in the first half of the night, their hearts filled with coldness.

"Beishuo is probably lost..."

Suddenly, Yang Zhun, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

As he spoke, everyone below was startled dramatically, then raised their heads to look at him, their eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

"This Lord, after rooting in Chen Cang for many years, neglected governing the town, and was almost indifferent to you all. Beishuo falling to its current fate is also due to my Lord’s own guilt..."