Xiao Nanhui had once been friends with an old lieutenant from the Subei Battalion, who had saved her life on the battlefield and whom she later treated to drinks at Wangchen Tower.
After three rounds of drinks, the old lieutenant patted her on the shoulder and shared his personal experience from many years of battlefield experience: in times of crisis, it is often not wisdom, courage or strategy that can save a life, but human instinct.
Instincts are often developed through countless times of danger.
The current fog reminded her of An Lu and the others' last day in Bijiang, when the frost and cold wave arrived. The feeling of approaching danger was so intense that once experienced, it was unforgettable.
After taking over Jixiang, Xiao Nanhui has not had a fixed mount. Relying on her previous exploration in the camp, she decided to go to the outpost closest to the west.
At this moment, amidst the thick white that could not be dispersed, a sound came from far away.
Ta-da, ta-da.
It's the sound of horse hooves.
She was very nervous and listened carefully, but she only heard the sound of a horse.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, not hurried, as if someone was taking a horse for a walk.
Finally, a silhouette gradually emerged from the thick fog, a pitch-black mass.
It was a horse, a black horse.
The horse's back was bare, and the rider was nowhere to be found. It looked like a warhorse that had escaped from the stable.
The horse came closer and didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
Xiao Nanhui hesitated for a moment, walked forward and wanted to take the horse's bridle.
The moment she saw the saddle clearly, her hand paused.
No, this is no ordinary warhorse.
Ordinary war horses would not have red tassels tied to their bridles, nor would they have white gems inlaid on their saddles, nor would they have saddle surfaces made of fine silk satin that would not withstand wear and tear.
However, that was not the most important reason. She had an impression of the horse because she had seen it before.
This is...Su Pingchuan's horse.
That tall and majestic horse with a pitch-black body.
Grabbing the reins and exerting a little force, the horse finally slowly stopped and its four pitch-black hooves landed steadily on the ground.
Only then did she realize that all four of the horse's shoes had been removed, so the sound of the horse's hooves she had just heard was not loud.
She looked closer and saw that the edge of the horse's hoof was almost turned up. It was the mark of a long journey, and the dried foam around the horse's mouth also proved it.
It was not obvious before because of the black fur, but now that I am closer, I can see that there seems to be a strange symbol drawn between the horse's eyes.
Xiao Nanhui gently raised his hand and touched it. After lightly pinching his fingers, a dark red spot was left on his fingertips.
That was blood that had not yet dried.
The next second, the horse suddenly neighed as if frightened, and it took her a long time to comfort it before it gradually calmed down.
Looking in the direction of the horse's tail, a row of shallow potholes on the ground extended into the fog.
Those are the marks left by horse hooves.
Xiao Nanhui's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
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At the junction of dawn and dusk, the world is at its most chaotic, and it is also the time when people are most lazy and tired.
The best time to launch a surprise attack when two armies are fighting is from the beginning of Chou hour to the end of Yin hour. Therefore, the military camps will strengthen their defenses, and the night patrol teams will be led by the most experienced sergeants.
The sergeant in charge of tonight's patrol was a veteran of the Yanchi Battalion, having withdrawn from the southern border garrison a few months ago. He was familiar with camp defense, but he was not used to the dry and harsh weather in Suyan.
This discomfort had only just begun to improve two days ago, but unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and something unexpected happened again tonight.
Half a quarter of an hour ago, he heard the horn drum sounded on the west side of the camp.
For a marching camp, lighting beacons was a common method of communication and warning. But tonight, even the brightest fires couldn't penetrate the thick fog. However, beating the drum was a warning only used in times of emergency. He felt a little uneasy, yet still held onto a glimmer of hope.
This fog was indeed somewhat unusual, but it wasn't enough to cause him to lose his composure. He had seen many different kinds of fog and miasma during his time in the southern border.
There was a commotion in the camp because of the beating of drums. However, before he and his men arrived, the drums stopped, and then a burst of rapid horse hooves sounded from the center of the camp, as if someone was galloping towards them on horseback.
In the military camp, except for urgent military reports, it is strictly forbidden to ride fast on horseback. Once caught, it is not as simple as a few military sticks. Dismissal and demotion are minor matters. In serious cases, superiors may be implicated.
The bearer of the military newspaper would have whistled, but this man didn't. The sergeant signaled his men to be ready to intercept him, wanting to see who had the foresight to rush in at this juncture.
However, before he could perform his duty, a tall, dark horse rushed out of the fog and rushed towards him. The man riding the horse tightened the reins in an instant and landed in front of him with a flip.
He suddenly drew out his sword and through the hazy mist, he could see clearly who was coming.
"Right General?"
"Where's Shikamatsudaira?"
Although Lu Songping was not well-liked, he was still a captain of a battalion. How could he be addressed by his name?
This girl, at such a young age, was made a general. She is indeed ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and very frivolous...
The sergeant frowned: "General, you know that riding too fast in the army is a serious crime. If you collide..."
Xiao Nanhui grabbed the man by the collar, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
"I'm asking you, where's Shika Songping?!"
The sergeant was startled by the woman's crazy expression, then realized: "Was it the general who just beat the drum? What happened..."
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