"Your Majesty, the news from the capital is that the second prince can no longer hold himself any longer." Dong Lin walked into the tent and said in a deep voice.

Xiahou Mo's silver armor was still stained with coagulated blood. An hour ago, he personally led the troops to repel the Nanman's attacking troops and horses, and he didn't even have time to take off his armor when he returned to the camp.

Hearing this, Xiahou Mo sneered. "It's only been a few days since I couldn't ...