The moonlight, pale and white, falls onto the plate, casting a silvery glow on the ground, making it barely visible even without a lamp.
In the valley, Ying Ye and his men set up camp.
As wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, the artisans, who had been busy all day, finally had time to prepare their meals.
Ying Ye sat in the crowd, the warm firelight illuminating his preoccupied face.
The chief craftsman brought a bowl of food to Ying Ye and said, "Young master, please have some."
Ying Ye's eyes were indifferent. "I'm not hungry. You all eat well."
Seeing this, the chief craftsman sighed and had no choice but to leave and eat.
He had seen that Ying Ye hadn't eaten all day, but the guy was so stubborn and wouldn't listen to any advice, so naturally he couldn't do anything about it.
Before they had taken two steps carrying the items, a golden sphere of light suddenly rose into the sky and then exploded, illuminating the earth as if it were daytime.
The chief craftsman was immediately taken aback. "What's going on?"
He naturally had a bad feeling about this happening at this particular time.
As soon as he finished speaking, the earth trembled slightly. The chief craftsman looked closely and saw a dark mass of people rushing towards him on the hillside, their swords gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
The craftsman leader was immediately alarmed and shouted, "Oh no! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Upon hearing the sound, Ying Ye stood up, his expression completely calm, his gaze fixed intently on the group of people. "They've finally arrived!"
He shouted, "Don't panic! Proceed according to plan!"
At the command, the craftsmen, forgetting about their food, quickly dispersed.
The bearded man at the front gripped a large knife, his eyes burning with fervor as he stared at the convoy below. He roared, "Charge! Taking this batch of salt will be enough for a lifetime!"
He rode his black horse at breakneck speed, suddenly rushing towards the caravan. As he drew closer, the cavalrymen on both sides suddenly lost their footing and fell into a deep pit, where they were instantly pierced by spears.
The bearded man's face immediately paled in surprise, and he shouted, "Watch out for a trap!"
When the horse reached the deep pit, he suddenly pulled on the reins, and the black horse leaped into the air and over the pit.
The cavalry behind them did the same, thus avoiding the trap.
Although the trap killed many cavalrymen, a large portion of them continued to advance.
When they reached the middle of the hillside, the bearded cavalrymen were startled again. A huge wooden plank covered with spikes sprang up from the ground and blocked their way.
He was already riding very fast, and he was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the template. He quickly said, "Stop! Stop right now!"
He yanked the reins hard, and the black horse neighed and stopped, but its paws were wet with the liquid from its eyes. Its massive body couldn't stop and rolled off the ground, rushing towards the spikes.
With a neigh, the black horse was instantly pierced through. The bearded cavalryman reacted quickly, bracing himself against the gap with one hand to steady himself.
But his head was only inches away from the spikes, and he almost died on the spot.
But the other cavalrymen were not so lucky. With screams of agony, countless soldiers crashed into the spikes, their bodies pierced through instantly, and they died on the spot.
The bearded man dodged and weaved to avoid the falling horses, finally regaining his footing, only to find himself covered in black liquid.
The bearded man frowned as he smelled the pungent odor. "What is this?"
It looks a bit like blood, but it's not blood.
A cavalryman approached him. "The horse won't stop? That's unbelievable!"
As warhorses for cavalry, these horses were professionally trained and their combat capabilities were beyond doubt, so this situation should not have occurred.
The bearded man frowned. "These guys seem to have known we were coming?"
The cavalryman's eyes widened in surprise. "This is a trap? What do we do now?"
The bearded man gripped his longsword tightly, his gaze icy as he looked down. "It's alright. Lead the survivors to continue the charge. As long as we can get close enough to fight them hand-to-hand, victory will surely be ours!"
But then he paused, "What's that?"
Below, on the campsite, tiny lights twinkled like stars.
The craftsmen had already pulled the rockets, aiming them in the direction of the cavalry.
"put!"
At Ying Ye's command, the craftsmen released their bowstrings, and the fire arrows shot out, landing straight in the direction of the cavalry.
Although the rockets missed the cavalry, the flames burst forth the moment they hit the ground, spreading like a torrent bursting its banks, instantly turning into a sea of fire that engulfed the cavalry.
As the flames roared, the cavalrymen screamed in agony as they fell one after another into the inferno.
The bearded cavalryman watched the flames rush towards him, but it was too late when he turned around to run away; he was instantly engulfed by the flames.
Seeing this, the chief craftsman was shocked. "What kind of substance is that? It's so magical!"
Ying Ye didn't explain, his gaze fixed on the sea of fire. "With so many people coming this far, their tracks must be obvious. Let's follow the tracks to find their stronghold."
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