The Tatars were afraid of an ambush in the woods, so their search was slow, which gave the Shadow Guards time to prepare.
The Shadow Guards prepared with lightning speed, hiding their horses and concealing themselves in the shadows, waiting for the Tatars to enter and search before making their move.
The thick layer of leaves rustled underfoot.
The Shadow Guards lurked in the shadows, their bodies covered in leaves, blending seamlessly into the forest.
“Tash, we’ve been searching for so long and haven’t seen any enemy troops,” a bearded man said, leaning close to Tash and whispering, “Is the prince’s eagle trying to trick us into giving him food?”
Upon hearing this, Tash glanced at the man with an unfriendly look, as calmly as if he were looking at a dead dog.
In an extremely ordinary voice, he uttered the most terrifying words, "Soturu, do you want the eldest prince to chop you up and feed your bones to the 'Overlord'?"
Upon hearing this, Soturu's eyelids twitched, and he quickly distanced himself from Tash, fearing that Tash might send him to the Crown Prince's clutches at the slightest provocation.
After Soturu stepped down, Tash looked up at the sky through the branches and leaves.
The once azure sky has, over time, turned into a color with a dark orange hue.
It's getting late. The longer we drag this out, the more advantageous it will be for the enemy prince and his group.
So he shouted, "Warriors, quicken your pace, so we can get back to eat mutton and embrace women!"
Upon hearing this, the men behind him holding curved knives all threw their heads back and burst into laughter.
Before long, white smoke drifted in from somewhere.
Sotulu spotted the white smoke and his eyes widened; he had seen this thing before in the mountains and forests of the Great Jin Dynasty.
In the mouths of fleeing sheep, this is poisonous miasma!
His internal alarm bells rang, and he shouted, "Cover your nose! This smoke is poisonous!"
These words drew laughter from the men behind him.
"Hahaha, Soturu, you only went to the territory of the two-legged sheep, how come you've lost your nerve!"
"This is just white mist, how could it be poisonous!"
"Hahaha, this white mist is poisonous, how come I haven't collapsed yet?"
Soturu covered his nose, but was mocked by the crowd behind him. His face turned ugly, and he was also angry.
However, he watched as everyone spoke without restraint, and showed no signs of collapsing.
Then he felt he was making a mountain out of a molehill, forgetting that there had never been miasma in this forest throughout history.
Therefore, feeling that he was being too suspicious, he angrily threw down the hand that was covering his nose.
The men, in the dim light of the woods, saw Soturu's movements, and their laughter echoed through the forest.
Suddenly, more than a thousand people felt their feet were floating, and the thick leaves felt as soft as cotton.
Tash reacted immediately, straightening his mocking smile.
Now he was absolutely certain that what Soturu said was true.
This white smoke is poisonous!
He bit his tongue hard, the metallic taste spreading through his mouth, and shouted, "Poison! Warning!"
The warriors on the grasslands realized what was happening and raised their arms to cover their mouths and noses with the cloth on their elbows.
But it was too late. The view ahead gradually became blurry, and the crowd had no choice but to raise their knives and cut their arms in an attempt to regain their senses.
Hidden in the shadows, Song Yanqing observed the Tatar's symptoms and took the antidote early on. He remained unmoved by Lu Qiqi's special sleeping potion.
He gestured to the Shadow Guards, who then began to move through the woods.
"ah!"
The Tatars, weak as shrimps, numbering over a thousand, were no match for even eleven men under the influence of the sleeping gas.
The sounds of icy blades parrying echoed continuously, and red blood splattered onto the tree trunks.
The sounds of unbearable agony were frequent, making the dark forest seem like a living hell.
The birds returning to their nests in the woods all flapped their wings and flew away.
More than a thousand people were killed in less than an hour.
Some, clinging to a sliver of clarity, managed to slip through the woods and deliver a message as quickly as possible amidst the fierce fighting of the Tatars.
The Shadow Guards looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and prepared to chase after the fleeing Tatars.
But Song Yanqing stopped them, saying, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy!"
The Shadow Guards, filled with resentment, stopped in their tracks. They were filled with regret, blaming themselves for being too slow and allowing more than ten Tatars to escape.
The Shadow Guards were all wounded to varying degrees. In order not to reduce their fighting strength, Song Yanqing sheathed his blade and said calmly, "Quickly bandage your wounds and break through under the cover of night."
"yes!"
Song Yanqing sat on the ground with his back against a tree trunk the size of a bowl. During the fight with the Tatars, he had accidentally cut his right arm.
The cut wasn't deep, but it couldn't be ignored.
He forcefully tore off a piece of clothing and, using the dim light of the setting sun in the forest, found the medicine Lu Qiqi had given him.
Just then, a figure crouched down, and the Shadow Guard took the porcelain bottle from his hand and sprinkled the powder evenly on the wound.
After applying the medicine, the Shadow Guard expertly bandaged the wound.
As Song Yanqing tied the cloth strips, he frowned slightly and said, "There are two porcelain bottles in the bundle. Take them to treat the brothers' injuries."
After the Tatars were poisoned by the smoke, their combat effectiveness was reduced by 80%. The Shadow Guards were all slightly injured, which did not hinder their subsequent raid.
Taking advantage of this time, Song Yanqing ordered the Shadow Guards to quickly eat, as there would be no time to eat afterward.
After drinking the potion given by Lu Qiqi, everyone felt their strength returning to their limbs and bones, and the fatigue from the battle gradually subsided.
Everyone marveled at the potion's miraculous power, but this feeling was fleeting.
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