Chapter 1115 Fiery Warhorse

The night grew even deeper.

The camp on the banks of the Yellow River was quiet. Apart from a few scattered campfires flickering in the night wind, the only sound was the dull thud of the river flowing nearby. These lights and sounds only made the night seem even deeper and quieter, like a lump of solidified ink.

Suddenly, a slight turbulence appeared within the darkness.

Although it was just a slight movement that could easily be swallowed by the night, it was immediately noticed by the two soldiers standing on the arrow tower. The two of them immediately raised the torches in their hands. Although the light could only illuminate a small area in front of them, it was only a short while before the moving light and shadow stepped into the most blurred edge of the firelight.

There were seven or eight black-clad cavalrymen on horseback.

These men galloped swiftly along, their horses hurtling towards the firelight, and soon arrived at the camp gate. One of them shouted, "Open the gate!"

Two soldiers on the watchtower peered out and cautiously asked, "Who goes there?"

The man below said, "We're on our way to Hulao Pass to rescue General Xiao Shi. Open the gate quickly! General Xiao Shi is back, but he's injured. Send someone to treat his wounds immediately!"

Both of them were startled upon hearing this.

They certainly knew that there was a big operation tonight. Not only had General Shi Yuxin led his troops to Huiluocang to help Chen Cai and others, but Xiao Yuansui had also sent a team of elite soldiers to infiltrate Hulao Pass to rescue General Xiao Shi, and sent a large army to Beiman Mountain to meet them. They did not expect them to return so quickly.

Upon closer inspection, sure enough, among the people below, one rider stood out from the crowd. Although he was also dressed in black and concealed in the night, seemingly injured, curled up in a ball with his head hanging low, the horse he rode was entirely bright red. Even under the dim firelight, the red was dazzling. It was none other than Shi Yutao's most beloved mount, "Blazing Fire"!

Seeing that the two were still observing, the people below shouted again, "Hurry! General Xiao Shi is dying!"

Upon hearing this, the two dared not delay and hurriedly waved their torches and shouted a few times to the guards below. The guards inside rushed forward, moved the wooden fence blocking the camp gate, and slowly opened the tall camp gate.

As soon as the gate opened, the group of people rushed in impatiently.

However, the moment they rushed through the gate, the soldiers guarding the camp gate immediately sensed something was wrong—these people were going to rescue General Xiao Shi. Hulao Pass was heavily guarded, and it was already difficult to rescue the person so quickly. How could they have brought the horse out safely as well?

What's even stranger is that they were saying outside that General Xiaoshi was injured and on the verge of death, but as soon as the door opened, the person riding the raging fire took the lead and rushed in as fast as an arrow released from a bow.

wrong!

Some people rushed up to try to stop them, but these people had no intention of stopping and charged straight through the middle of the road.

In the instant they passed each other, a soldier from Wanggang Village immediately recognized the face of "General Xiao Shi" by the firelight. He was handsome, with a solemn expression. His well-defined features appeared particularly resolute and composed in the firelight, and the cold light flashing in his stern eyes sent a chill down one's spine.

"It's Yuwen Ye!"

A piercing scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire military camp.

Immediately, the two men on the arrow tower panicked. They hadn't expected to let the enemy, especially Yuwen Ye, into their camp. At this moment, they had no time to regret or complain, and hurriedly grabbed the gong in the corner and started banging it hard.

Then a series of piercing gong sounds rang out, and the entire military camp immediately erupted in excitement.

The soldiers, still half asleep, were startled awake and rushed out of their tents to find chaos outside. Countless people stared blankly at each other, a cavalry unit rampaging through the camp. Several groups of soldiers tried to stop them, but it was all in vain. The cavalrymen galloped relentlessly, knocking down anyone who tried to stop them. Some were even trampled underfoot, their skin pierced and bones mangled, followed by screams that chilled the heart to the bone.

"It's Yuwen Ye! Yuwen Ye has broken in!"

"careful!"

"Stop them!"

In an instant, Yuwen Ye's name was like arrows falling from the sky, piercing the military camp one after another, reminding countless people of the past suffering and bringing them to their senses. In the initial panic, everyone gradually calmed down and realized that this group of people only had seven or eight people, which was not a big formation at all!

Yuwen Ye actually dared to break into their camp with only seven or eight men?

The crowd found it amusing, yet amidst the laughter, they sensed a hint of irony and anger—how dare the other side treat them with such contempt!

So the crowd stopped panicking. Many people didn't even have time to put on their armor before turning around, grabbing their weapons, and rushing out. But Yuwen Ye had no intention of fighting them. He tightened the reins and spurred his steed to dodge left and right. Whenever someone swung a sword at him, the fiery steed would swiftly dodge. And whenever someone rode up to block him, he would spur his horse without hesitation and charge forward with the soldiers behind him.

All that could be heard were screams and cries of agony. The warhorses and soldiers were thrown to the ground, and before they could even react to what was happening, the iron hooves slammed down heavily. With a burst of pain and a rush of blood before their eyes, these people died instantly.

In no time, a team of only seven or eight people had caused chaos in half of the military camp.

In the midst of this chaos, their black clothes were torn in several charges, gradually hindering their movements. Yuwen Ye simply tore off his black clothes, revealing his radiant armor and the heavy armor draped over his fiery steed!

Ordinary warhorses, when clad in heavy armor, possess incredible impact but lose their agility and speed. However, this horse was different. Not only could it carry heavy loads, but it was also exceptionally nimble. After only half a day of training, it became an inseparable unit with Yuwen Ye on the battlefield. In no time, it had already trampled through several tents, scattering a group of unprepared soldiers into a chaotic mess. They were then crushed to pieces under the warhorse's iron hooves, their blood flowing like a river.

Although the soldiers following behind him knew the journey would be fraught with danger, they never expected that just a few of them would cause such a disturbance in most of the camp. A sense of pride and courage arose in their hearts, and their fearless bravery even made them laugh.

Someone exclaimed, "That's great!"

Someone else followed closely behind Yuwen Ye, saying, "Your Highness, we haven't found the Princess Consort yet!"

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Ye's cold eyes shifted from the trampled tents to the front. Countless dark and quiet tents were awakened by the chaos and lit up. People ran out of those tents, and he quickly patrolled one tent after another.

Where are they?

Where is Shang Ruyi?!