Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1633 - 515: Beishuo’s Dead End, Reunion and Wrath_2

Yang Zhun’s tone carried a hint of sigh, then he supported his neck, stood up from his seat, gently parted the beaded curtain, and slowly walked out. Looking at the people of Beishuo below, his gaze slowly settled on the three middle-aged men at the forefront, and he said in a deep voice: "Haiwen, Dongxin, Yuhe, take your families and leave the city to join the Xia Army! Xia Hong is not a narrow-minded person; as long as you sincerely submit to him, he will not treat you harshly."

"Lord, why do you say such words? My Mo Family and Beishuo have prospered together, sharing both glory and defeat. Haiwen will surely share life and death with Beishuo City!"

"Only through adversity can one see the true colors. Dongxin does not consider himself a great man, yet he would not become a traitor who betrays his lord. Lord, please do not say this again; Dongxin vows to share life and death with Beishuo!"

"Yuhe was born a Beishuo person, and will die a Beishuo ghost. Regardless, the outcome is but the destruction of the town and the death of its people. My Huang family has been loyal to the lord for generations, how can we lose our integrity here?"

Mo Haiwen, Yu Dongxin, and Huang Yuhe, three Xianyang Level leaders with foreign surnames in Beishuo, changed their expressions immediately upon hearing Yang Zhun’s words. The three were emotionally agitated and almost reflexively rebutted Yang Zhun.

Below, the younger members of the Yang family initially had extremely downcast expressions, but upon hearing these three speak, their expressions improved slightly.

However, at this moment, Yang Zhun just forced a few bitter smiles.

"It’s not necessary..."

He waved his hand, shook his head, and continued: "There’s no need to be afraid. This lord has no intention of testing you. I, Yang Zhun, rose from insignificance, how could I not see through this situation? Even if reinforcements arrive from two feudal regions, they are, at most, only Xianyang Level. Even if we can hold the town, it won’t change the general trend. The unification of the Southern Slope by Great Xia is already a foregone conclusion!"

Saying that, Yang Zhun himself seemed to be much more at ease. He looked down at Mo Haiwen and the others, speaking with genuine sincerity and a solemn expression: "Haiwen, Dongxin, Yuhe, if you think about it, you are already the third-generation disciples of Beishuo. Your ancestors were the ones who fought the world with this lord. Between us, if we speak of feelings, they are not deep. So, whatever choices you make, this lord can accept them..."

Seeing the three about to rebut again, Yang Zhun pressed his hand down, gesturing for them to hold their words. After a brief pause, he glanced around at the other Cold Resistance Level people of Beishuo below, then turned his head to look at Yang Rong, continuing in a deep voice: "Rong’er, pass my order. Anyone in the city willing to submit to Great Xia should gather at the east gate within half an hour. After half an hour, I will negotiate with Xia Hong at the city gate to let them all leave."

"Lord..."

Yang Rong’s pupils turned red, and he didn’t dare to nod in agreement.

Not only him, but all the younger members of the Yang family in the hall wore extremely sorrowful expressions, all trying to say something but seemed choked, unable to utter a word.

The key figures with foreign surnames in Beishuo were no exception. From Mo Haiwen and the other Xianyang Level leaders to all the Cold Resistance Level members, they all looked up at Yang Zhun at the head, their eyes instantly moist, and their faces full of emotion.

To gain ten thousand catties of silver is not worth gaining a promise from Yang Zhun.

This saying is a well-known fact in the Southern Slope Territory.

Therefore, at this moment, no one doubted the sincerity in Yang Zhun’s previous words. Such a lord could not fail to move them deeply.

"Lord, we still have an army of thirty-five thousand, with nearly two hundred thousand in the Earth-digging Realm. The Xia Army is only fifty thousand. As long as we are united, we can surely defend the town!"

"Our entire clan has received the lord’s kindness through generations; how can we betray our lord and defect? I will share life and death with the lord and Beishuo!"

"Groveling to Great Xia for survival? Is this the backbone of the sons of Beishuo? Lord, please say no more of this; even if I die, I will not bow to Great Xia!"

"We, Beishuo, have stood firm in the Southern Slope for over a hundred years. What is Great Xia compared to that? I will share life and death with the lord, never bowing to Great Xia."

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In an instant, all core personnel with foreign surnames in the hall spoke out in anger.

If even they were like this, the younger members of the Yang family need not be mentioned.

Although none of them stood out to speak, the determination in their eyes was several times more intense than before. Some even began to gasp for air, clearly escalating in emotion.

"No need for more words. This lord’s word is golden; since I have spoken, it must be done. Within the limit of half an hour is this lord’s way of leaving a path of survival for the people of the town. Get it done!"

Yang Zhun was not swayed by the declarations of everyone in the hall. He still waved his hand, sternly ordering Yang Rong to proceed with the decree.

Despite his reluctance, Yang Rong understood the lord’s temperament, cupped his hands, nodded unwillingly, and left.

"There is still more than an hour until dawn. Half an hour to gather, then another half an hour to negotiate with the Xia Army to withdraw the city—should be sufficient..."

After saying this, Yang Zhun, with a gloomy face, turned his head back behind the beaded curtain and sat back on the chair.

"The Xia Army will surely attack at dawn, notify the city’s troops to be prepared! Leave me alone, everyone leave."

Everyone in the hall, including Chu Xuan Kong and the family members and maids attending to Yang Zhun’s injuries, all quickly exited the hall.

Once everyone left, the hall instantly fell into silence.

But behind the beaded curtain came an extremely chilling low growl.

"Third Brother, Second Brother, Big Brother will certainly avenge you. Xia Hong... Xia Hong, I must kill you, I must kill you, aah aah aah aah......"

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Beishuo City, the eastern main gate, three hundred meters away in the snowy plain.