Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Although the soldiers were roaring and shouting, seemingly totally out of control in their emotions, on closer look it was clear they hadn’t lost formation. Three hundred holding giant Mo Blades were at the forefront, six hundred Horizontal Blade Camp soldiers split into two wings, and the remaining hundred elite scouts spread around the army, focused on dealing with the stronger enemies.

The entire army was like a sharp knife, steadily piercing into the center of those more than seven hundred Cold Resistance Level in the main tent along the flag’s position.

As the battle commenced, the Cloud Dragon Army went in as if into an unguarded place, holding the main camp area within less than half of a quarter-hour, killing Duan Chang’s over seven hundred men, forcing them to retreat and collapse towards the east side of the camp.

”Cannot compare in bows and arrows, war armor, nor cultivation...”

”Can’t fight, Sir, simply can’t fight, if you don’t retreat, we will all die.”

”Retreat, Sir, the Xia Army is too powerful, can’t beat them.”

...

Duan Chang’s pupils instantly filled with blood upon hearing the cries of those around him. He wanted to shout angrily and rebuke them, but looking at the people falling one by one around him, the constant retreat and defeat on his side, he held back the words at the tip of his tongue.

”Retreat!”

”Retreat, can you retreat?”

Whoosh...

Just as Duan Chang spoke, a black blade abruptly cleaved down from above his head, a terrified look crossed his face, raising his saber hurriedly to block.

Clang...

”Over fifty locks, with his age, how is this possible...”

The moment his palm felt the immense force of the blade, Duan Chang’s pupils quivered, his face instantly covered in a gray hue.

Boom crack...

His Ten Thousand Forged Silver Blade successfully blocked the opponent’s blade edge, but his wrist bones shattered, the hand holding the saber instantly lost strength, the saber smashed down towards his head.

Bang...

Deputy Army Chief Duan Chang, with a Peak Cold Resistance cultivation, strength reaching thirty-two locks, ranked both in strength and status in Chui Mountain, was killed with a single strike by that white-clothed young man from Great Xia.

In the recent battle at Chui Mountain, at least half of the Cold Resistance Level were killed, at this moment only over three hundred remained, everyone turned their heads to look at the white-clothed Xia Chuan standing on Duan Chang’s corpse, their pupils filled with shock and fear.