It took Xiao Nanhui a quarter of an hour to regroup the troops that were dispersed by the cavalry.
This was her first time commanding a battle as a general, but she was in no mood to enjoy the moment.
Although the arrows of the Black Feather Camp resisted the first round of attack from the Bai family, as the war entered a stalemate, this place would sooner or later become a Shura field.
She had to take advantage of the terrain to break out to the north before the Bai cavalry tightened the encirclement, evacuate to the rear of the battle zone, and then look for an opportunity to reunite with the various camps.
Lu Songping had previously instructed that if anything unexpected happened, they should listen to the drum sounds to determine the direction and find a way to move towards the center of the formation, which would be the place where the entire Tiancheng army would fight a desperate battle.
Among her team were Lu Songping's confidants, who should know the details of the battle. She left one of them as a guide and arranged for the rest to disperse, each driving a carriage to distract the enemy's attention.
The solar eclipse was nearing its end, and the sky was gradually brightening, with only the thick fog remaining. This previous obstruction to vision now became a favorable cover. As long as they could avoid the most destructive vanguard of the Bai cavalry in time, it would not be difficult to merge with the Tiancheng army.
However, just in case, she still lit the incense stick tied around her waist. It was a special tracking incense, used to guide Lu Songping to the throne's location in a critical moment.
The heavy sound of drums continued to drift faintly from the front, as the generals at each formation commanded the battle. Having done all this, she no longer hesitated and quickly drove towards the direction closest to her.
Traveling through the fog would make it difficult to judge distance. Xiao Nanhui could only estimate the distance he had traveled north by estimating the horse's leg strength and the frequency of the wheels' rolling.
During this period, small groups of scattered cavalry kept running into her, and she ended the battles as quickly as possible, just to get away quickly.
About half a cup of tea later, just as she was getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, the drumbeats suddenly stopped.
Almost instinctively, Xiao Nanhui quickly stopped the carriage. As soon as the sounds of horse hooves and rolling wheels stopped, she noticed that the surroundings were much quieter than before, and even the sounds of fighting became distant.
Have they left the war zone?
An ominous premonition gradually arose in Xiao Nanhui's heart.
No, the terrain here is already flat. If we continue to go north, we should pass by the hill where Lu Songping set up his formation.
The soldiers she sent out to explore the way ahead still had no report back, as if they had walked into somewhere deep in the fog and could never get out.
Xiao Nanhui stared closely at the mist in front of him that was like a veil, and instinctively felt that something terrible would emerge from there in the next second.
At this moment, a hurried voice of Ding Ning came from the fog, which scared her.
The sound was as sudden as a rainstorm, and then stopped abruptly, as if it was swallowed by a monster.
The surroundings became quiet again, and Xiao Nanhui's heart began to beat rapidly.
The sound of drums means advance, and the sound of gongs means retreat.
Something must have gone wrong up ahead.
She cursed inwardly and exerted force with her hands. Ten reins were tightened instantly. Several horses fell silent and raised their heads high. When dozens of iron hooves landed on the ground again, they were already galloping in completely opposite directions.
In order to prevent anyone from attacking her from the flank, Xiao Nanhui adjusted the formation into an inverted triangle, which is a typical retreat formation. The troops on the left and right wings will be connected in a line, which can both guard against pincer attack and cut off pursuers.
However, she soon discovered that her small team of over a hundred was being rapidly devoured. Just like the sudden disappearance of the drumbeat, the enemy had vanished on the spot before they could even see a trace of them.
Xiao Nanhui gritted his teeth and drove the carriage very fast.
She ordered herself not to look around and be distracted, but the soldiers' dying wails were getting closer and closer to her, so close that they seemed to be touching her ears.
Damn it, she should have expected that the Bai family must have been determined to succeed in this surprise attack, so why would they only send one of the four riders?
However, even an opponent like Kuilang could not kill several well-trained soldiers silently in an instant.
Her heart was in a turmoil. The carriage had already lost its direction in the gallop. She could only rely on the sound of stray arrows to barely determine the direction of the battle zone, but she had no idea which direction the horse's head was heading.
But in short, it cannot be the direction behind you.
There, in that fog, there is a terrifying pursuer.
And she must find a way to escape.
The four horses snorted in unison, panting heavily. All living things possessed a spirit, and like her, they too sensed the approaching murderous intent.
Then, something penetrated the fog and came towards the moving carriage.
The first thing Xiao Nanhui heard was a sharp cry that sounded like a cry of sorrow.
It’s Jian Ming.
That was the sound of an ancient sword being unsheathed from its original sheath. But it seemed to be much more than that.
The sound reminded her vaguely of the Buddhist bronze chimes that she often heard in the main hall of Yongye Temple. The long-lasting resonance penetrated deep into her ears and went straight into her head, and could not be driven out.
"Xiao Nanhui."
Suddenly, someone called her name.
She suddenly realized that she was losing consciousness. At that moment, a chilling sword energy came one after another. Before she could draw out the string, she heard the sound of metal striking metal. The whole carriage shook and one side of the wheel was lifted off the ground.
The four horses pulling the carriage neighed and were pulled to one side. Xiao Nanhui quickly stood up and used his body weight to pull the unbalanced carriage back, and the wheels fell heavily to the ground.
She then looked to the right, where there was nothing but empty fog.
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