DLERB -Chapter 108 Lost? No — I Brought You Here to Raid Your Homeland

The third day on the grasslands.

The sky changed.

The wind cut across them like blades.

Snow began falling without warning.

First came icy pellets, then huge goose-feather flakes.

In less than half an hour—

The entire world turned white.

Nothing could be seen except white.

“Stop!”

Wang Li raised a hand, and the troop slowly came to a halt.

He looked toward the old guide at the very front of the formation.

An old veteran who had lived in Shangjun for thirty years.

The old guide pulled out the brass disc from his robes—

The compass Ying Ziye had given them.

But the thin needle, which had once steadily pointed south—

Was now spinning like mad.

Round and round.

Without stopping.

“Th-this divine artifact… it’s malfunctioned!”

The old guide’s voice carried a sobbing tone.

The news spread through the ranks like a plague.

Panic erupted within the troop.

“Heavens above, this is a white disaster!”

“We’re lost!”

“Even the compass is useless now—we’re all going to die here!”

Wang Li rode over to Ying Ziye, who was tied to the horse like a bundle.

“Ninth Young Master, something’s wrong.”

“The snowstorm is too severe, and the compass has failed.”

“We can’t find our direction anymore.”

Snowflakes covered Wang Li’s face, and his voice was filled with urgency.

“I advise that we immediately find shelter from the wind and set up camp!”

“Once the storm passes, we can think of another solution!”

Ying Ziye was bound tightly like a rice dumpling, with only his face exposed.

The wind and snow lashed against him, yet he did not even blink.

He looked at the wildly spinning compass.

The low temperature, combined with the unique magnetic field of this region—

Its failure was inevitable.

“No need.”

Ying Ziye finally spoke.

His voice was quiet, yet perfectly clear.

He raised the arm bound by rope—

And pointed toward the left front.

A direction that, to everyone present, looked like certain death.

“The whole army will change direction.”

“Northwest. Thirty-five degrees.”

“Continue advancing.”

“What?!”

The old guide was the first to shout.

He stumbled and crawled toward Ying Ziye’s horse.

“Young Master, you mustn’t!”

“That direction leads to the White-Hair Wind Pass—it’s a dead zone!”

“No one who enters there has ever come back alive!”

“We’re marching to our deaths!”

The old guide knelt in the snow, clutching the horse’s leg, tears streaming down his aged face.

Several old soldiers joined in persuading him.

“That’s right, Young Master! The guide is correct!”

“We can’t go any farther!”

Ying Ziye ignored them completely.

His gaze fell upon the old guide.

In that instant—

An invisible pressure erupted from his tiny body.

【Conqueror’s Haki (Beginner Level)】

It was not killing intent.

It was an overwhelming pressure born from a higher level of existence itself.

As if an ancient dragon had opened its eyes.

NEIGHHH—!!

The old guide’s warhorse let out a shrill scream. Its legs went weak, and it collapsed directly to its knees.

The kneeling old guide suddenly felt an immense terror envelop him.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

He could not breathe.

Could not speak.

His mouth hung open, face deathly pale, body trembling uncontrollably.

Thud! Thud!

The surrounding warhorses all became restless.

They frantically pawed at the ground and snorted in fear.

Wang Li and the soldiers who had tried to persuade Ying Ziye all felt their chests tighten.

A chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the tops of their heads.

When they looked once more at the eight-year-old child tied to the horse—

They no longer saw a child.

“I’ll say it one more time.”

Ying Ziye’s voice was as cold as the winter wind.

“Turn.”

“Anyone who disobeys orders—dies.”

No one dared speak again.

The old guide scrambled away in terror to clear the path.

Wang Li silently turned his horse around.

The eight hundred cavalrymen moved like a band of silent ghosts—

Following behind Ying Ziye as they entered the snowstorm pass known as the “Land of Death.”

…

The snowstorm intensified.

Visibility dropped to less than three feet.

The troop advanced through the snowfield like a long serpent, struggling forward.

Thud!

One of the warhorses finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The cavalryman riding the horse was thrown off and crashed into the snow, unable to get up for quite a while.

“My horse! My horse!”

The rider’s leg had been pinned underneath, and he cried out in pain.

One figure rushed over first.

It was Fusu.

The coarse linen clothes on his body were already soaked through, his face covered in frozen ice crystals.

He did not help the soldier first.

Instead, he threw himself beside the horse.

Using his own body to shield it from the raging wind and snow.

He untied his waterskin and fed the horse a few mouthfuls of water.

Then he pulled out a treasured bean cake from his robe and stuffed it into the horse’s mouth.

Only after finishing all that did he join several other soldiers in lifting the horse off the injured man’s leg.

“How is it?”

Fusu examined the soldier’s leg.

“Luckily, it’s not broken.”

Then he took out the half-piece of dried meat distributed that morning from his robe.

And handed it to the soldier.

“Eat.”

“Recover your strength.”

The soldier looked at Fusu’s hands, covered in blisters and frostbite, then looked down at the dried meat in his own hand.

“Chief… Chief Stablemaster…”

“You should eat it yourself.”

“Stop talking nonsense!”

Fusu forcefully shoved the dried meat into his hand.

“Eat it! Don’t be a coward!”

His voice was hoarse, yet carried an unquestionable authority.

After speaking, he grabbed the recovered warhorse’s reins and silently returned to the formation.

The nearby soldiers watched his back.

Their eyes had changed.

…

Dusk.

The sky gradually darkened.

And the snowstorm miraculously weakened.

But the atmosphere within the troop had become suffocatingly oppressive.

Everyone was freezing, starving, and utterly exhausted.

Even the warhorses were breathing heavily.

This was a completely flat snowfield, without even a dirt mound to block the wind.

No one knew how many of them would freeze to death tonight.

Despair spread through every heart.

“Stop.”

Ying Ziye’s voice rang out once more.

The troop halted.

Everyone looked at him numbly.

Waiting for him to order camp to be set up—

And then wait for death.

Ying Ziye pulled down the ice-covered face guard.

And stared ahead.

At the snowfield that appeared completely empty to everyone else.

“Wang Li.”

“Here!”

“Pass down the order.”

Ying Ziye’s voice carried a barely restrained excitement and cruelty.

“The entire army—ready crossbows.”

Wang Li froze.

Ready crossbows?

Against who?

Against the endless wind and snow?

He followed Ying Ziye’s gaze.

At the far edge of the horizon—

There was nothing but endless whiteness.

But in the next instant—

Through a gap in the storm—

A faint yellow glow, almost impossible to notice, flickered once amidst the white expanse.

Then disappeared again.

Wang Li’s pupils suddenly contracted.

That was…

Cooking smoke?!

The color of firelight reflecting through smoke!

Several veteran soldiers beside him saw it as well.

“Heavens! What is that?!”

“People! There are people ahead!”

“In a snowstorm this severe, who would still be outside?”

Ying Ziye smiled.

That smile resembled a young wolf spotting prey.

“Looks like our luck isn’t bad.”

He tugged irritably at the damned ropes binding him.

“That’s no ordinary tribe.”

Ying Ziye’s voice made the blood in everyone’s veins begin to boil.

“That is one of Touman’s winter royal camps.”

“His wives, children, cattle, sheep, and horses are all there!”

The eight hundred Qin soldiers completely lost their minds with excitement.

The way they looked at Ying Ziye—

Was like looking upon a god walking among mortals.

Lost in a white disaster?

No!

The Ninth Young Master had led them straight to raid the Xiongnu Chanyu’s homeland!

“Listen to my orders.”

Ying Ziye raised the repeating crossbow in his hand.

Mad flames burned within those black eyes.

“One volley to clear a path.”

“Then charge with me!”

“Remember this!”

Ying Ziye turned back and swept his gaze across every face twisted with excitement.

“Kill only people—don’t get bogged down fighting!”

“Steal their horses, and we leave immediately!”

“And whoever the hell dares move one step too slow—doesn’t get dinner!”