Chapter 643: The one who saved the enemy general was clearly a mysterious person from the Great Luo Dynasty

Zhou Meng gave a sudden jolt, instantly reacting that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly covered his mouth, looking around nervously. Fortunately, the soldiers nearby were still dizzy and confused, and no one noticed his words.

A cold sweat broke out on his back; if these words were spread, it would be a crime of great disrespect.

In fact, it couldn't be blamed on Zhou Meng for losing his composure. Although he had seen many powerhouses, this was the first time he had witnessed someone like Li Chen, who seemed to be able to trigger the power of heaven and earth with every gesture, and could change the situation of the battle with a casual touch; the shock it brought was truly too strong.

Xu Zifeng appeared much calmer. He had seen the scenes when Li Chen fought with those supreme powerhouses who were famous throughout the eight wildernesses; that was what could be called truly earth-shattering, like a battle of gods.

That move just now, in his view, the Emperor probably didn't even use one percent of his strength, and he still had to be careful to control his force, fearing that he might accidentally shake his own army into a mishap.

When Xie Ergai retreated to the temporary camp, the few dozen personal guards remaining by his side were all throwing away their helmets and armor, covered in blood, sitting dejectedly in the snow, and the air was filled with the atmosphere of failure and despair.

The entire team was like an eggplant beaten by frost, no longer having any of the sharpness they had when they set out.

A thousand-man commander with a straightforward personality, a ferocious scar on his face, and dried blood stains, could no longer suppress the resentment in his heart, and growled at Xie Ergai: "General! I told you long ago that Cold Iron Pass cannot be touched! Our repeated setbacks in reconnaissance were proof!"

"If we had listened to the advice and retreated earlier, how could we have ended up in this state! Twenty thousand elites! Almost wiped out! How are we going to explain this to Khan Tuoba Zhen when we go back? How are we going to explain this to Grand Duke Andrei?!"

If it were the Xie Ergai of the past, being contradicted like this would have already made him furious, and he might even have used military law to punish him.

But at this moment, he sat on a rock like a defeated rooster, lost and dejected, his luxurious armor stained with mud, snow, and blood.

Regarding his subordinate's accusations, he only moved his lips, and in the end, said nothing. His face was burning, and his heart was filled with shame and self-awareness.

He knew that the responsibility for this disastrous defeat lay entirely in his own stubbornness.

The surviving soldiers silently reorganized the remaining equipment, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

Everyone understood that this place was not a place to stay long and they must evacuate as soon as possible.

Just at this moment, a breeze blew, and Li Chen (Master Wuerge), wearing a cloak and mysterious face paint, appeared at the edge of the camp like a ghost without a sound.

Xie Ergai looked up and saw his master's figure. Like grabbing a life-saving straw, he scrambled over and knelt in the snow with a "thud," his voice choked with endless lingering fear and gratitude:

"Master! Many thanks for your life-saving grace, Master! If not for your timely arrival today, Master, this disciple would surely have died without a whole corpse!"

Recalling the terrifying scene where heaven and earth changed color and a thousand armies and horses were shaken away with one blow, his awe for his master reached its peak.

The Master Wuerge played by Li Chen now put away the sharpness and dominance of that day, appearing kind and benevolent, although the face paint made this kindness a bit eerie, but in the eyes of the Great Luo people, this was an auspicious sign.