"I wonder how many men Brother Wang has mobilized?" This was not the time for politeness, and Song Yu did not beat around the bush. "My family home is quite far from here, so I can only send men from nearby, no more than five hundred."
"If everyone can get here, we'll have about 800 people." Wang Wenjue turned to look at the remaining 180 or so people, his expression grim. "We're probably doomed this time."
It wasn't that he was trying to dampen their spirits; originally, including Han Shikuan's men, they had about two thousand men.
Even so, they hadn't gained any advantage, let alone now. Thinking of the solemn vows he'd made to his elders before setting off, he felt utterly dejected.
Perhaps he was destined to be a failure in this life.
"Brother Song, shall we retreat as well?"
Song Yu looked at Wang Wenjue. Although it was frustrating to lose without a fight, the current situation was better than others. "Sigh, it's always frustrating to give up halfway. Up until now, we still don't even know who is entrenched at Tianjiao Peak. We've suffered such a crushing defeat. It's really frustrating."
"Anyway, they're no ordinary people. We don't have many left, so we can't act rashly. We should leave as soon as possible. When we get back, we'll tell our families about what's going on here, and then we'll come back for another chance." Wang Wenjue said through gritted teeth, turning to look at the mountain peaks ahead. The more difficult the mountain to conquer, the more valuable the treasures.
As long as the situation here is reported to the family, he will not believe that his uncle will not send someone over.
Hearing Wang Wenjue's decision, Song Yu looked at the few remaining guards. Reinforcements couldn't arrive for the time being, and they couldn't just linger. Only by leaving could they make further plans.
He had just made up his mind, and before he could even speak, he was interrupted by a cold voice.
"It's a pity, you probably won't be able to go back in this lifetime."
As they were talking, Mo Lan emerged from behind Song Yu's bedchamber, her eyes fixed on them with a chilling gaze, like a messenger from hell, filling Wang Wenjue and Song Yu with immense fear.
Today, Mo Lan was still dressed in black, wearing a wolf-tooth mask, holding a pointer in her hand, and leaning lazily against a tree trunk, looking at the two terrified people in front of her with a mocking gaze.
"Who...who are you?"
The moment Wang Wenjue saw Mo Lan appear, his face paled, and he immediately drew his sword. Song Yu, on the other hand, quickly calmed down after the initial shock and stared at Mo Lan with a probing gaze.
"You don't even know who I am, yet you want to conquer Tianjiao Peak?" Looking at the defeated troops before her, Mo Lan was too lazy to say more and simply waved her hand, "Make it quick."
"Yes, boss."
At a command, a group of men sprang out from the surrounding bushes and charged directly at Song Yu and Wang Wenjue.
Before Song Yu and the others could react to the sudden appearance of the people, they rushed into battle, resulting in chaos.
Morale was already low, and now it's even worse. The battle ended before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea was over.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Mo Lan shook her head. "If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. Greed usually comes at a heavy price."
"Clean it up."
"yes."
Meanwhile, Han Shikuan and his party had just left Ye County when they were stopped by someone. The person didn't say a word, just handed them a letter, and then left.
Han Shikuan held the letter in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then opened it.
The only sentence above is, "Be careful with your words and actions."
The signature was a bloodstain, and nothing else.
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