Chapter 1745: What a filthy Living Yama; these methods are simply devoid of conscience

Night falls.

Stars dot the sky.

Although the nights in the Hexi lands are relatively cool, there is no wind tonight, and sitting beside the campfire, it remains rather stifling.

Inside a Xiongnu tribe.

Prince Langya and Prince Zhenyue sit by the fire, the flames illuminating their extremely gloomy faces.

Even though the weather is hot, the hearts of Prince Zhenyue and Prince Langya are icy cold!

"It's over!"

"Everything is over!"

"Our army has been crushed, the Hexi lands have been trampled back and forth by that Living Yama, and even our tribe's holy relic, the Heaven-Sacrificing Golden Man, has fallen into Gao Yang's hands. What are we to do?"

Prince Langya's face is deathly pale, his fists clenched tight, his voice filled with a thick sense of unease.

When the army set out on this expedition, he was brimming with heroic spirit, straightening the back that had been hunched over by the Living Yama's beatings, determined to strike back hard and wash away his shame.

But now, he is dazed and battered, his heart filled with despair.

That already hunched back is now even more stooped.

Prince Zhenyue was already agitated, and hearing Prince Langya's words, he becomes even more so.

How shameful!

Being tricked once before was bad enough, but now they have been caught by the Living Yama a second time—falling into the same trap in the same damn place.

Yet, he takes a deep breath and says with a cold gaze, "Brother Langya, it is not yet time for despair."

"Although the Living Yama has given us a massive 'surprise,' it won't be so easy for him to take the Hexi lands!"

"You and I only need to raise our arms and shout, and we can still pull together a great army! Furthermore, those soldiers who suffered light injuries will soon recover their combat strength!"

"At that time, shall we avoid the Living Yama's sharp edge?"

Prince Zhenyue's face flickers with determination under the glow of the fire.

This causes Prince Langya's eyes to flicker as well, his heart settling down!

Just as Prince Zhenyue said, the wounded soldiers will recover in a few days, and with their prestige, they can still muster an army!

Who will emerge victorious in this clash remains to be seen!

But just then.

"Report!"

"Your Highnesses, something terrible has happened. You must go to the wounded soldiers' camp and see for yourselves."

Prince Zhenyue and Prince Langya exchange a glance, sensing something amiss.

They rise abruptly and head quickly toward the wounded soldiers' camp!

Inside the night-shrouded camp, only the light of candles dispels the darkness.

Screams pierce through the entire camp.

"Ah!"

"It hurts, my thigh hurts so much!"

"Where is the military physician? Come quickly and apply medicine! Why do I feel like my leg has no sensation? I don't want to be a cripple... I don't want to..."

"Save... save me, physician, I beg you, please save me, I don't want to die!"

A massive commotion erupts within the camp.

As Prince Langya and Prince Zhenyue step inside, they are hit by a stench of rot.

Prince Zhenyue knits his brows, and when he sees the situation inside, his expression changes drastically!

A gray-haired Xiongnu military physician in robes sees the two princes and hurriedly steps forward to salute.

Prince Zhenyue cannot help but ask, "This... what is going on?"

"How could it be like this?"

The physician sighs and says to Prince Zhenyue, "Your Highnesses, please look!"

As he speaks, the physician carefully lifts the cloth wrapping a soldier's wound, revealing the gruesome sight beneath.

The small wound has developed black sores, oozing pus and blood continuously, looking extremely terrifying.

Seeing this, Prince Zhenyue cannot help but ask, "The wound isn't deep, so why is it like this?"

The physician sighs and says, "Your Highnesses, this is what puzzles me as well."

"Some wounds were clearly not fatal, but as time passed, they inexplicably festered, grew black sores, and then rapidly deteriorated. Our warriors have also started to develop high fevers and fall into comas."

"Is there no cure?"

Prince Langya grits his teeth and asks the physician.

The physician shakes his head with a bitter smile, "The black blood and pus in these wounds have seeped into the bone marrow; even the divine eagles of the Eternal Heaven could not peck away this rotting flesh!"

"Let alone an old man like me; I am truly powerless!"

Prince Langya's face looks extremely ugly, "Then it all depends on their own fate?"

"As it stands, that is indeed the case. If their life is tough, they might pull through; otherwise, it is a dead end."

"What percentage of the wounded are like this?" Prince Zhenyue asks, his eyes fixed on the physician.

"Thirty percent!"

"Your Highnesses, there is something I don't know if I should say."

"Speak!"

"It has spread throughout the entire camp and the main base that the Great Qian Living Yama is the reincarnation of the true Yama, mastering the path of disaster. Whoever he wants dead, dies. Our warriors fear him like a tiger!"

"If this continues, it will be detrimental to the morale of the army!"

Bang!

Prince Langya is so angry he slams his fist onto a wooden table.

"He is no damn reincarnation of the true Yama! If he were in front of me, I would cut him down, and he would bleed, he would feel pain, and he would die!"

"He is clearly just a man, only more cunning and vicious. This must be some trick he used in secret!"

Hearing this, the physician seems to realize something.

"Your Highness reminds me; I have noticed that most of our warriors' wounds have a foul smell! That must be the root cause!"

"A foul smell?"

Prince Langya is stunned.

But Prince Zhenyue seems to suddenly understand. His face turns ashen, and he grits his teeth, "Damn it!"

"This Living Yama smeared feces on his weapons; that filth is the source of the disaster!"

"I heard that the Great Chu's failure had a great deal to do with this!"

"What?"

"Feces? Damn it, this Living Yama is truly not human. Is he not afraid of retribution? Using such despicable methods!"

Prince Langya curses loudly, his killing intent soaring!

Just then.

"Report!"

"Lord Langya, Chancellor Huyun has been searching for your whereabouts and has been captured by our men. He wants to see you!"

The words fall.

Prince Langya knits his brows, looking extremely displeased, "Wasn't Chancellor Huyun captured by Great Qian and made a prisoner? Why is he here now?"

A flash of killing intent surges in Prince Langya's heart.

Prince Zhenyue's face is cold as he says to Prince Langya, "Might as well see what medicine he is selling in his gourd."

"Bring him up!"

Prince Langya shouts.

Soon.

Huyun Gudu, dressed in Xiongnu noble robes, is brought up.

As soon as he sees Prince Langya, he bows respectfully.

"My Lord, your most loyal believer Huyun Gudu pays his respects!"