Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 768 A Devastating Defeat

The army of one hundred thousand suffered a crushing defeat!

Thirty thousand courageous soldiers met their tragic end on the battlefield, leaving no trace of their remains.

The commander, who should have shouldered the greatest responsibility and resigned in disgrace, remained unscathed and arrogantly maintained his position of power.

All because he, Wu Yinglong, was the nephew of Lord Ping Xi, Wu Zhenguo?

As Chu Feng listened, his anger grew. He clenched his fists and asked coldly, "Where is this young master Wu from the Wu family now?"

Chen Fengxing replied in a deep voice, "He is in the Fengdu Camp, celebrating with a feast."

"In order to uphold the dignity of the royal clan, the Wu family not only distanced themselves from Wu Yinglong's failure but also shifted the blame onto several vice commanders, enhancing their own reputation as loyal and patriotic heroes."

"Now, Wu Yinglong has become a hero."

"A celebration?" Chu Feng raised an eyebrow and burst into laughter.

What a celebration!

The remains of thirty thousand soldiers were nowhere to be found.

The army of one hundred thousand suffered consecutive defeats.

The Xi Ye border was on the brink of danger.

Wu Yinglong had caused such a catastrophe, and yet he had the audacity to celebrate?

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, revealing a burst of murderous intent.

"Let's go to the Fengdu Camp and meet this young master Wu from the Wu family."

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"Yes!" Chen Fengxing replied in a deep voice. He knew that there would be a bloodbath today.

The Fengdu Camp was located in the desolate desert on the border of Xi Ye. The wind and sand swept through, creating a desolate and tragic scene.

There were barbed wire fences surrounding Wu Yinglong's 100,000-strong army. Armed soldiers patrolled the area, exuding a chilling aura.

As Chu Feng's off-road vehicle arrived at the camp, several soldiers from the gate immediately stood upright, gripping their rifles tightly.

"Halt! What are you doing here?"

"This is a military zone. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed. Go back."

Silence filled the air, only the sound of the wind and sand whistling.

After a while, a man's voice, calm and filled with experience, came from the car: "Is this the current state of the Xi Ye army?"

"A ragtag group of people; no wonder they have been defeated time and time again."

They were enraged. Although the Xi Ye army had been performing poorly lately, it was the first time they had been insulted in the face.

"No matter who you are or what background you have, daring to disrespect military authority and disturb military morale is a grave offense that warrants immediate punishment!" The leading soldier's face darkened as he pointed his gun at the car and shouted, "Get out of the car!"

"Get out, now!"

"I'd like to see who you think you are, meddling in our affairs like this."

The other soldiers were equally indignant, shouting with anger.

At that moment, the car door opened, and a figure stepped out with military boots, exuding an imposing aura. The several soldiers were instantly stunned, instinctively tightening their grip on their steel guns.

And in the next second, their pupils contracted, their faces turning incredibly pale!

What came into their sight was a Python-printed robe embroidered with a majestic dragon, its five claws soaring, exuding a powerful presence. On the person's broad shoulders were five dazzling golden stars, only revealing a glimpse, shining so brightly like the sun that it was impossible to look directly at!

"The Dragon Marshal Uniform, bearing five stars on the shoulders You, you are…"

The leader's throat trembled, filled with both excitement and fear, unable to even complete a full sentence.