Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Wu Zelan has been brooding over the last defeat. She knew in her heart that if she had not been careless and lost to Zhao Zhizhi, how could the glory of victory fall on the opponent.

However, she did not tell her brother Utur that Zhao Zhizhi had arrived at the northern Xinjiang military camp. The secret in her heart was like the sand and dust in northern Xinjiang, silent but getting heavier and heavier.

Utur was as concerned about the situation of the war as anyone. He asked Wei Shao about the situation of various generals of Chaoyun Kingdom every day, hoping to find ways to defeat the enemy.

Wei Shao always answered Utur's questions patiently, but never revealed his true opinions.

His eyes were deep and seemed to contain endless wisdom.

In the next few battles, the Northern Xinjiang army was as powerful as breaking bamboo, defeating Chaoyun's army.

Utur was overjoyed. He felt that this was a good time to pursue victory. Utur ordered the entire army to launch an attack, and the Northern Xinjiang army rushed towards the Chaoyun Army like a torrent.

Chaoyun's army quickly collapsed under the fierce attack of the northern Xinjiang army, and many people dropped their weapons and fled.

However, just when Utur and the northern Xinjiang army were preparing to further expand their victory, a mysterious army suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

This army wore black armor and had expressionless faces. They were like devils coming out of the darkness, making the soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang army feel unprecedented fear.

The mysterious army launched a fierce attack on the Northern Xinjiang army. Their combat effectiveness was so strong that the soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang army were caught off guard.

Utur was shocked when he saw this scene. He realized that this was a well-trained elite force, and it was by no means an ordinary Chaoyun Army.

He immediately ordered the entire army to retreat, but it was too late. The mysterious army had already surrounded them.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and the Northern Xinjiang army and the mysterious army launched a life-and-death struggle on the battlefield.

In the flash of swords and shadows, flesh and blood flew everywhere, the soldiers' screams and the sound of war drums intertwined, making the battle situation particularly tragic.

Utur leads the way, charging into the battlefield brandishing his sword. The armor on his body was stained red with blood, but his eyes remained firm.

He led the soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army to resist vigorously, but the combat effectiveness of the mysterious army was too strong, and cracks began to appear in the defense line of the Northern Xinjiang Army.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow whizzed towards Utur. He dodged sideways, but his shoulder was still scratched by the arrow.

Utur endured the pain and continued to fight, but his physical strength was gradually exhausted. Just as he was about to launch his final charge, a spear suddenly stabbed from the side and penetrated his armor. Utur fell heavily to the ground.

The Northern Xinjiang army lost its leader and fell into chaos.

The mysterious army took the opportunity to launch a more violent attack. The soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army fell one after another, and the battlefield was tragic.

In the end, the Northern Xinjiang army was completely defeated by the mysterious army.

Utour was lying in a pool of blood, his consciousness gradually blurring.

He recalled his past glory and glory, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

Is he really going to die here?

He is not willing!

Just when Utour was about to lose consciousness, a cold wind passed by him. He tried to open his eyes and saw a soldier in black armor standing beside him.

The soldier's face was expressionless, with a fierce murderous look in his eyes. He lowered his head and glanced at Utur lying on the ground, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Utur's heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He struggled to get up, but his limbs felt weak and his vision began to blur.

He struggled to stay awake and saw the soldier slowly raising the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword shining coldly in the sun.

"It seems that this time you can keep the company of those innocent people." The soldier said softly, with cruelty and indifference in his tone.

At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves in the distance, accompanied by the noise of human voices. A glimmer of hope ignited in Utur's heart, and he endured the pain and looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw a cavalry team galloping towards him, led by his sister Wu Zelan.

"Utur!" Uzelan shouted, with an anxious look on his face. She quickly ordered her men to spread out and surround the soldier.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the soldier turned around and tried to escape, but was blocked by a dense rain of arrows. He swung his sword to fend off the arrows, but was soon cornered.

"Utur, are you okay?" Uzelan rushed to Utur's side, helped him up and asked with concern.

"I'm okay." Utur gritted his teeth and tried to stay awake, "Quickly... take... take me back to the Northern Xinjiang military camp..."

Under the leadership of Uzelan, the cavalry team quickly left the battlefield.

They galloped all the way, crossing the vast grassland, and finally arrived at the Northern Xinjiang military camp.

Inside the military camp, the lights were brightly lit.

Utur was gently placed on the bed. His face was pale, but his eyes were firm.

The military doctor rushed forward to check his wound and quickly bandaged it.

"Thanks to you for arriving in time this time." Utur said to Uzelan, "otherwise I might not be able to come back."

"Brother, are we still polite to each other?" Wu Zelan patted him on the shoulder, "You are our hero in Northern Xinjiang, we can't let you die like this."

When he thought of the failure of today's war, anger and disappointment filled Utur's heart. He wanted to blame Wei Shao, so he quickly asked his men to find Wei Shao.

While Utur was talking to Uzelan, a soldier hurriedly broke into the tent and reported in a panic: "Your Highness, Wei Shao is missing!"

Utur was stunned, and the anger in his heart surged into his heart like a tide.

He suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean? Did he run away?"

"No...no." The soldier stammered in reply, "We found him. He was picked up by a group of men in black. They seemed to be from the enemy."

Utur stood up suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "This traitor! He actually surrendered to the enemy!"

He grabbed the soldier's shoulders forcefully, "Chase him! Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you have to find him for me!"

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense, and everyone stood silently, waiting for Utur's further instructions.

Utur, on the other hand, clenched his fists and vowed in his heart to seek an explanation for this defeat.

At this time, Wei Shao had secretly taken Zhao Zhizhi and several of his men to Chaoyun Military Camp. There was no expression on his face, as if everything was as expected.

Zhao Zhizhi looked at his back with a trace of doubt in his eyes. She didn't understand what Wei Shao was planning, but she knew that this would be a contest that would change the fate of both parties.