[{"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-509":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},2266935,4425,"Chapter 509: Luo An","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-509",509,"\u003Cp>\"Kill!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bitter cold wind whipped across his face; the icy light from above made his black-scaled silver armor feel even colder, yet Luo An, charging and roaring at the front of the battle line, felt not a trace of chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night before last, outside Ruhu Forest, his humiliating performance still burned in his memory—losing face wasn’t the worst part; the key was that they had killed Commander Tie Xinchuan’s wife, Han Yue, and nearly allowed the Second Prince to be captured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t stupid. After the Ruhu Forest incident, he thought carefully for a moment and immediately understood: that night, Lady Han had already prepared perfect protections for the Second Prince; had they not been so foolish and all crowded onto the carriage at once, the enemy would never have had a chance to approach the Second Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the Dragon Guard had been a hindrance that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for their blunder, Han Yue, the female chief of Zhaixing Palace and wife of Commander Tie Xinchuan, would never have died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, Tie Xinchuan’s reaction afterward made him feel even worse—he had caused such a disaster, killed Han Yue, and yet Tie Xinchuan hadn’t even slashed him once; not a word, not a blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a single word of blame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he remained silent, the heavier Luo An’s guilt became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past two days, Luo An had been trapped in deep self-reproach and guilt—so overwhelming it shamed him to the core. He didn’t know what he could do to make amends to Tie Xinchuan; for two full days, he hadn’t dared meet his gaze, not even once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo An knew clearly: an apology would do nothing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Yue was Tie Xinchuan’s wife of only three years, mother to his two-year-old son Tie Shiyu. Though it was unintentional, in the end, they had killed her. Even if Tie Xinchuan accepted his apology out of face, could Luo An ever find peace within himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This debt, he would carry for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even carrying it for life might not earn Tie Xinchuan’s forgiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because he understood this, Luo An’s mood had been crushing and suffocating these past two days—his pent-up guilt and self-reproach now exploded into pure rage against Beishuo at the moment of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing more Beishuo soldiers was likely the only way to make amends to Tie Xinchuan right now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Bingyuan, strength speaks loudest. In battle, the first clash always came from the strongest—those of Xianyang rank—followed by the commanders of the Yunjiao and Dragon Guard armies, and their respective battalion captains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Luo An was commander of the Third Battalion of the Dragon Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching the front line, Luo An hesitated not at all—three vertical cloud markings suddenly appeared on his forehead. He raised his long blade and swung it down hard at a mailed general.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xia Army’s officers had rushed to the center first; so too had the Beishuo forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beishuo warrior who met him was also clad in silver armor, wielding a long sword—someone strong enough to lead from the front. Seeing Luo An’s blade slash down, he showed no fear, parried with a horizontal slash, then twisted his blade sharply toward Luo An’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chiiii…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blade met sword; sparks flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With weapons of nearly equal quality, it came down to raw strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beishuo general’s sword only advanced ten centimeters before halting under Luo An’s pressure. His face darkened; he gritted his teeth, twisted his body, and slammed his shoulder into Luo An’s chest—using the full force of the “Mountain Lean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thousand-forged silver armor? You think your iron-plated breastplate can match mine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beishuo’s elite troops all wore hundred-forged silver armor; their officers carried the next tier: thousand-forged silver armor, slightly weaker than the thousand-forged Leikui gold armor of Yunjiao and Longwu armies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Xia officer wore thousand-forged silver armor on his helmet, shoulder guards, chest plate, back plate, knee guards, upper arms, and forearms—all silver except his main breastplate, which was black. So naturally, he assumed Luo An’s chest armor was iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mountain Lean was clearly his planned move from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keng…… Ka ……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the instant his shoulder struck Luo An’s chest plate, his expression froze—not just his face, but a crushing force surged from the armor, sending searing pain through his shoulder bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got only 34 Zong strength? You think you can fight me? Hmm? You think my chest armor is iron?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the man’s expression after the Mountain Lean, Luo An instantly read his thoughts. He sneered, then, as the enemy tried to retreat, his face turned icy. He spun his blade with both hands, circling his body, then raised it high and brought it down hard on the man’s right shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beishuo general stared at his shattered shoulder armor, eyes bulging with horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousand-forged silver could withstand up to 50 Zong impact. He’d estimated Luo An’s strength at no more than 40 Zong from their first clash—how could he have shattered his shoulder armor in one blow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Luo An, his hands still pressing the blade down, sneered and spat: “If I hadn’t held back on the first strike, would you have lived to see the second?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His base strength was already 31 Zong; with the Sacred Mark’s 30% boost, it exceeded 40 Zong. Add four layers of martial arts amplification, and his peak strength reached roughly 53 Zong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousand-forged silver armor was strong—but useless against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaaak……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a battlefield. Once he gained the upper hand, Luo An wouldn’t let go. He pressed down with both hands, driving the blade deep into the enemy’s bone, then kicked his foot hard into the man’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy general toppled backward, and Luo An lunged forward, stepping on his throat—leaving him utterly immobilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dog scum, die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo An roared, eyes blazing, and yanked his blade free before driving it straight down into the enemy’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the blade plunge toward him, the enemy general’s jaw and throat moved—clearly swallowing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh………”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of clear energy crossed his face; his movements turned lightning-fast. He raised his sword to block his face, and just as the blade neared within an inch, he deflected it sideways with perfect timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keng…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the glancing blow from a 50 Zong strike sheared off a large chunk of flesh from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at least, Luo An’s strike wasn’t fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the battlefield, as long as you still drew breath, anything was possible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chiiii…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy general remained on the ground. As he deflected the blade, his left hand slid from his leg armor and pulled out a silver dagger, aiming precisely for the gap between Luo An’s waist and thigh armor, stabbing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor could block arrows and normal weapons, but in close combat, gaps between plates remained vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dagger wouldn’t kill outright—but it would wound Luo An, possibly grievously, robbing him of combat effectiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the battlefield, a wound was the first step toward death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grievous wound? That was as good as dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy general felt the dagger pierce Luo An’s skin—his pupils flashed with triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>",1193,"2026-06-19T20:30:17.581Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9b91a49edfcaf9bfc34494d9bb2203fd704e0f08072db942b80603dd4f4232ed","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-510","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-508",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fendless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-cover.jpg"]