[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades":3,"chapter-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-449":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Endless Winter: My Camp Infinitely Upgrades",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2266875,4425,"Chapter 449: Loss of Control, Intimidation, and Naivety: The Battle Clears, So Beautiful","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-449",449,"\u003Cp>Chuishan Inner City, West District\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Mu family mansion, Mu Qingyu wore silver armor, a large saber at his waist, a white cotton band tied around his left upper arm, still holding the pose of drawing back his bow—the string of the powerful bow in his hand still trembled, clearly having just fired an arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the fading arc of flame in the sky, his eyes brimming with excitement, then tossed the bow to his eldest son Mu Ziheng before turning to face directly ahead of the mansion gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly before the gate stood over a thousand soldiers, armored and armed, each bearing powerful bows; more than seventy percent wore forged-iron armor, and the front two hundred or so were clad in Chuishan yellow armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Mu Qingyu, all of them had white cotton bands tied around their left upper arms—clearly premeditated, to distinguish friend from foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, the Lord has been deceived by the Duan clan’s villains and intends to hand over Chuishan to outsiders. If we do nothing, we’ll all become second-class citizens of Beishuo. Brothers, dare you follow me, the Head of this Academy, to eliminate the Duan traitors, stage a military admonition to the Lord, and restore Chuishan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eliminate the Duan traitors, stage a military admonition to the Lord, restore Chuishan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eliminate the Duan traitors, stage a military admonition to the Lord, restore Chuishan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotions suppressed for over a year erupted at once; the soldiers raised their weapons and roared to the heavens, the sound shaking the inner city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow me to the military camp to join the Third Army, then strike the Duan clan’s ancestral grounds!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With morale at its peak, Mu Qingyu wasted no more words—he drew his saber and pointed toward the inner city’s military camp two kilometers away, then led the soldiers swiftly toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The West District was not home to just the Mu family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the thousand men had even left the West District, three more squads arrived from the other three directions, each numbering over five hundred, all clad in forged-iron armor, white cotton bands on their left upper arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaders of the three squads were none other than Zhu Ziying, Helian Shan, and Qiu Sanming—the three direct disciples of Mu Longhe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Qingyu was fifth, so he bowed first to his three senior brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ziying and the other two said nothing, merely nodded slightly, then continued leading everyone swiftly toward the barracks area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About two thousand eight hundred men, plus the Third Army in the barracks—total over three thousand eight hundred, just as planned. Now we only need to wait for the Duan clan to panic and summon the three thousand from Beishuo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ziying turned to look at the rear forces, a cold glint flashing in his pupils as he spoke in a low tone; Mu Qingyu and the others nodded heavily, faces alight with excitement and anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, it was daytime—only those with Cold-Resisting cultivation could venture out. Chuishan had fewer than seven thousand Cold-Resisting cultivators total; subtract those stationed outside, and the inner city held fewer than seven thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant they had already rallied over sixty percent of the inner city’s Cold-Resisting cultivators—possibly more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duan Hong still hasn’t shown himself. It seems that Cai Qiu’s heir has some real ability. Let’s see how long they can hold out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Qingyu turned toward the center of the inner city, seeing no movement from the Lord’s Hall—his face twisted in a cold sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least a hundred breaths had passed since the mutiny began. The Lord’s Hall stood at the heart of the Duan ancestral grounds, only two kilometers from the camp. Even if they’d heard nothing, those rockets had lit up the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Hong must know what was happening. His silence now could mean only one thing—he was being restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Annihilate the Duan traitors, restore Chuishan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Duan clan won’t let us live—we’ll die before letting them live either!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the army drew closer, the thunderous battle cries from within the camp reached their ears. Mu Qingyu quickened his pace, leading the troops to the camp’s perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the camp, chaos had already erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over three thousand soldiers clad in yellow armor had surrounded the Third Army’s barracks; the inner ring was locked in brutal combat, as the thousand or so yellow-armored Third Army soldiers, led by Mu Qinghe, fought desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three thousand against one thousand—the battlefield situation was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Qinghe was under siege by Duan Mian and Duan Xian, two Commandants; he was barely holding on. The Third Army had already lost at least ten percent of its men, and as the Duan side’s momentum grew, casualties continued to mount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, follow me inside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his eldest brother’s dire state, Zhu Ziying didn’t wait for Mu Qingyu to speak—he roared, drew his long staff from his back, and charged straight toward the center of the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helian Shan, Qiu Sanming, and Mu Qingyu followed close behind, then came the two thousand eight hundred Mu family loyalists, surging toward the Third Army barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly three thousand Cold-Resisting cultivators charged in like a flood or a beast, instantly shattering the Duan army’s encirclement. The troops poured in like a steel torrent, widening the breach and sweeping outward in both directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha! Reinforcements have arrived! Reinforcements have arrived! Counterattack, counterattack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They killed so many of our brothers—let the Duan clan pay in blood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, we outnumber them now—push back, push back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Numbers swelled emotions, especially in a mutiny where death was certain. Since the moment chaos erupted, every soldier in the Third Army knew there was only one path left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why, even when they knew defeat was inevitable, they had refused to surrender against the three thousand Duan soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the outcome was simple: you die, or I die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever stepped back lost everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when they saw reinforcements arrive, the already frenzied Third Army soldiers surged to a new peak of fury, roaring in unison with the incoming allies and pressing forward against the Duan clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade sliced across Mu Qinghe’s forehead—he twisted violently backward—but before he could retreat two steps, a glint of swordlight caught his peripheral vision. With vast combat experience, he knew evasion was impossible—he dropped his head, swung his saber right to left in a horizontal slash, and clashed with the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One against two? You?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the instant he dodged Duan Xian’s sword, Duan Mian’s blade—originally slicing his forehead—suddenly flipped downward, slashing straight for his right shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the downward slash came Duan Mian’s roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Mian’s strength was 43 Zong; Duan Xian’s was 39 Zong. Both were roughly Mu Qinghe’s age and equally experienced. That Mu Qinghe had held out this long was already astonishing—now, with Mu family reinforcements arriving, Duan Mian realized: if he didn’t kill Mu Qinghe now, everything would spiral out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the more he rushed, the less he achieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Mian’s saber cleaved through Mu Qinghe’s skin and flesh, striking bone. His pupils flared as he pushed harder, trying to widen the wound—or kill him outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad—a silver long staff suddenly struck from behind. Duan Mian’s brow twitched violently—he dared not press further, retracted his blade, and leapt swiftly left to stand beside Duan Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the staff was only the first strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Duan Mian and Duan Xian could steady themselves, a sword and a blade struck from their flanks—aimed squarely at their heads and hearts—leaving them no time to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword and blade arrived first, the staff followed close behind—and worse, Mu Qinghe, wounded on his right shoulder, charged forward despite his injury. In an instant, the situation flipped: they had been surrounding Mu Qinghe—now they were surrounded by him and his four allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhu Ziying, Helian Shan, Qiu Sanming—just as the Lord predicted! You traitors, clean your necks and prepare to die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Mian glanced at the chaotic camp, seeing his side’s advantage crumbling—but he showed no panic, only a cold sneer as he spat threats at Zhu Ziying and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prepare to die? Duan Hong hasn’t even emerged yet. With just these Duan clan men and your hastily assembled Yellow Armor Second Army—who’s really the one waiting to die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his side gaining the upper hand, Mu Qinghe remained calm, replying with a chilling tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ziying and the others beside him smirked in contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All combatants here were Cold-Resisting cultivators—matching their earlier estimates. The Duan clan had just over a thousand men, plus two Yellow Armor regiments—barely three thousand total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their side had over three thousand eight hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Numerical superiority was secondary—the real advantage lay in combat effectiveness. The Yellow Armor Second Army had been restructured: over sixty percent of its original battle-hardened troops had been purged by Duan Xian last year; the new sixty percent were all Duan clan loyalists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purged sixty percent were mostly Mu family loyalists; even those not directly tied to the Mu family had been swayed into joining the mutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, not just in numbers, but in combat strength, they held the advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Duan clan had only one path left to stop this mutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Colluding with outside forces, inciting mutiny, plotting treason—Mu Qinghe, you’ve drawn the wrath of all. After today, Chuishan will not tolerate you; the Nine Towns will not tolerate you. Cease now! If you don’t, the Mu family will destroy Chuishan’s hundred-year legacy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Duan Mian accuse him of colluding with outside forces, Mu Qinghe showed no surprise. Hearing him beg for surrender, he only sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, the Duan traitors are on the verge of collapse! Charge with me! Today, we succeed—or die! Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered Duan Mian with a single roar, then charged again with Zhu Ziying and the other three, surrounding Duan Mian and Duan Xian with even fiercer attacks than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Duan Mian fought off the five attackers, his eyes flicked to the northern center of the inner city—the Duan ancestral grounds—seeing his own men falling faster and faster, nearing twenty percent casualties. His impatience grew; his gaze burned with desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why hasn’t he come out? Why hasn’t he come out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, it was daytime. Within Chuishan’s inner city, centered on the Lord’s Hall, the diameter was no more than five kilometers. The thunderous battle cries from the camp had already echoed through the entire inner city; many residents had been jolted awake from sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some uninformed Cold-Resisting cultivators could step outside to see what was happening; most Earth-Digging cultivators could only shut their doors and windows, trembling inside, waiting for the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quietest place in the entire city was surely the Lord’s Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, the Lord’s Hall was not in the least panicked—it radiated calm and serenity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, a banquet was being held in a side hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A round table stood inside, with two people seated at either end. On the left sat only one man: Duan Hong, the Lord of Chuishan. On the right sat a young man in blue robes, no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Behind him stood over forty people—only a dozen his age; the rest were middle-aged men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, even alone, Duan Hong’s aura dwarfed the forty-plus on the other side—but his face was tense, his eyes constantly flicking toward the exit, clearly worried about the mutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue-robed youth, however, remained composed, sipping wine, his arrogant expression undimmed even as he met Duan Hong’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Duan Hong, this youth looked more like the true Lord of Chuishan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Duan, you’ve seen my methods! Chuishan was already unstable. I’ve been in Zhencheng for only a month, and I’ve already sparked this mutiny—proof enough. If you rashly side with Beishuo, you’ll only bring greater disaster upon Chuishan. Swear to me now: from this day forward, sever all ties with Beishuo, and I’ll immediately send my men to Mu Qinghe to call off the mutiny. What do you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Shiqi beamed with triumph, especially as he watched Duan Hong’s anxious face—so far from the dignity of a Lord. The psychological satisfaction of dominating a Xianyang-level cultivator filled him to the brim; his smugness deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even spoke with condescending authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Hong turned to look at Cai Shiqi. Having dealt with him so long, he knew the Cai Qiu heir’s nature well. Seeing his smugness, he showed no surprise—only shook his head gently. “Your methods are impressive. But to trap just me and think you can topple all of Chuishan? You’re thinking far too simply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Duan Hong’s body trembled violently—his powerful blood qi erupted, nearly overturning the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his overflowing blood qi, upon reaching five meters from the table, struck a golden barrier. The barrier flared under the pressure, forming a solid golden dome five meters in diameter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden dome sealed the entire five-meter space—including the table—completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The table nearly overturned; Cai Shiqi was forced to his feet. He glared at Duan Hong, a flicker of anger rising on his face—as if he’d forgotten Duan Hong was a true Xianyang-level cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, he’d never regarded Duan Hong as one at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even clay figures have a bit of temper, let alone Duan Hong, Lord of Chuishan. He stared straight at Cai Shiqi, his expression darkening slightly. He first suppressed the anger in his heart, then spoke in a low voice: “The Young Master’s coup tactics aren’t particularly clever, but this golden dome is indeed formidable…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Formidable” is an understatement—trapping a Xianyang-level within a Yuhán-level barrier is unthinkable within the Nine Towns. Only the Fanzhen region could wield such uncanny techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Hong had long anticipated this coup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few events in Zhencheng could escape his notice as lord. In recent days, Mu Qinghe and Cai Shiqi had grown far too close; Duan Hong had long suspected their collusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before dawn, Cai Shiqi sent word inviting him to a banquet in the side hall. Coupled with the fact that Mu Qinghe was to surrender command at sunrise, Duan Hong instantly realized: Cai Shiqi and Mu Qinghe were moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coup itself wasn’t hard to foresee. The Mu clan’s influence within the army was immense. With Cai Shiqi, heir of Caiqiu, backing him, what wouldn’t Mu Qinghe dare do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing Duan Hong had misjudged was Cai Shiqi’s actual capability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the mutiny erupted in the camp, he moved at once to leave—but Cai Shiqi had quietly laid down this golden dome, trapping him inside without his knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Hong stared at the golden dome, paused in thought, then smiled again: “Too bad this dome won’t last more than an hour. Young Master, do you truly believe Mu Qinghe and his rebels can overthrow the entire Chuishan Zhencheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Hong ended with a mocking tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Shiqi’s expression darkened sharply at the tone. He sneered in reply: “It’s daytime now. Chuishan has barely seven thousand Yuhán-levels total, fewer than seven thousand within Zhencheng. Mu Qinghe has rallied nearly four thousand men. If you, Lord, don’t show yourself, I can’t see how your Duan clan stands any chance…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Shiqi’s goal was never to overthrow the Duan clan of Chuishan. After speaking, he immediately shifted tone: “Lord Duan, I’ve pleaded with you for a month. I no longer wish to waste words. I’ll say this once: Caiqiu has no intention of overturning Chuishan’s current order. Swear to me you won’t ally with Beishuo, and I’ll order Mu Qinghe to stand down immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Beishuo stood Chen Cang. To ally with Beishuo was to ally with Chen Cang. Neither Caiqiu nor Chen Cang could launch a large-scale southern campaign—so each must first install a proxy within the Nine Towns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation was clear: Chen Cang had chosen Beishuo. Caiqiu, meanwhile, had yet to pick a proxy. Since no candidate emerged, they must sabotage Chen Cang’s plans—prevent Chen Cang from growing stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling how, last year upon arriving in the Nine Towns, the lords of Jinshan and Wuchuan had given vague, noncommittal replies to Caiqiu’s overtures, a flicker of shadow passed through Cai Shiqi’s pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly masked it, lifting his gaze to meet Duan Hong’s evenly, waiting for his final answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Duan Hong remain silent, Cai Shiqi’s anger surged. He could no longer hold back: “Lord Duan, you may not realize how powerful Caiqiu truly is. Let me be frank: if my Caiqiu army marches south, all nine towns of Nalu combined couldn’t stand against us. In Caiqiu… you, a Xianyang-level, are—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Cai, you’re still too naive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Hong suddenly cut him off. He let out a low laugh, then sat back down in his seat. Calmly, he poured himself a cup of wine, took a small sip, then slowly shook his head: “Young Master, I know far more than you imagine. I know precisely how strong Caiqiu is, how many Xianyang-levels you have. But I know better: your army cannot march south anytime soon—not even a few Xianyang-levels can be spared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Cai Shiqi instantly realized Duan Hong had already contacted Chen Cang. His expression plunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, no need for such a look. I know Chen Cang and Caiqiu both have rules forbidding Xianyang-levels from interfering in Nine Towns affairs. You’ve followed the rules so far—so Chen Cang won’t break them either. As for whether this coup will succeed as you wish… that remains to be seen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a man rushed into the hall from outside. Before reaching them, he knelt and bowed, then spoke rapidly: “Report, Young Master: a large force of Beishuo elites has appeared in the Duan clan’s ancestral lands—over three thousand strong—and they’ve surged toward the military camp to support the Duan clan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Duan, don’t celebrate too soon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Hong’s laughter was instantly cut off by Cai Shiqi’s sharp voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Shiqi’s pupils flashed with cold light as he continued: “If I could persuade Mu Qinghe to launch this coup, do you think I’d leave no backup? You think three thousand Beishuo elites can crush this rebellion? You underestimate me, sir. Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Hong’s brow furrowed, a shadow crossing his eyes—but remembering the instructions from Chen Cang’s young princess just days prior, his expression instantly relaxed into a faint smile: “Then let’s see just how much confidence you’ve given Mu Qinghe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beishuo troops? Where did they come from? How did so many Beishuo troops appear?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beishuo men were hiding in the Duan clan’s ancestral lands! The Duan clan is truly handing Chuishan over to Beishuo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Lord hasn’t shown himself yet—don’t you understand? With so many Beishuo Yuhán-levels hidden in the Duan ancestral lands, how could the Lord not know?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Lord is surrendering to Beishuo! Heaven is destroying Chuishan! Heaven is destroying Chuishan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the inner city camp, Mu’s elite troops, having fought for half an hour and seemed certain of victory, were instantly reversed by the sudden arrival of the Duan clan’s Beishuo reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beishuo troops’ appearance confirmed everything Mu Qinghe had claimed before battle: that the Duan clan had deliberately allowed Beishuo agents to infiltrate the city in hopes of winning Yang’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Qinghe, Zhu Ziying, Helian Shan, and Qiu Sanming’s eyes blazed with triumph the moment they saw the Beishuo troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But among the mutineers, who had fought for half an hour and now numbered barely over three thousand, every face turned to utter despair at the sight of the Beishuo reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>",3260,"2026-06-19T20:30:17.581Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","38ea7f8060b27068363050250d80ce3fbc4e997f6f44778b2767b55c588a7b45","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-450","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-448",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fendless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-cover.jpg"]