The fighting continues; this is a crucial battle between them and the Rouran.
For some reason, the Rouran army was divided into several groups.
The Rouran forces were already few in number.
This would be even more disadvantageous for the enemy.
What is the purpose of this move?
Regardless of the Rouran army's objectives, they must remain cautious and vigilant.
Qi Nuan watched Qingqing and the others leave and instructed them, "Be careful, and retreat immediately if you notice anything unusual."
Qingqing nodded and led an army away on horseback.
Qi Nuan gripped the knife tightly in her hand.
His expression was somewhat solemn, his eyes scanning the surroundings and his ears listening intently.
"Be careful, there might be an ambush."
Jiang Yu nodded.
"Stay alert, let's go..."
After speaking to the soldiers behind him, Jiang Yu took the lead on horseback and rode off towards Wuyan Mountain. According to their speculation, the Rouran King's army was very likely behind Wuyan Mountain.
Once the Rouran king is dealt with, the others will not amount to much.
The Rouran king thought the same way; as long as Jiang Yu was dealt with, they could easily enter the Central Plains.
Although the Rouran army was divided into several branches, the main force was with the Rouran king.
They deliberately led Jiang Yu and the others here.
The Rouran king pressed himself close to the ground, and after a while, he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the ground, growing louder as they approached.
He stood up and looked in the direction of Jiang Yu and the others.
He said coldly, "Archers, prepare."
"Drive!"
Qi Nuan reined in the horse, and the surroundings were exceptionally quiet. Their loud commotion did not even startle any insects or birds.
The Rouran people lived not far from them.
Qi Nuan carefully observed her surroundings.
Looking into the distance, he took out a crossbow from behind him, nocked an arrow, aimed at the dark figure, and fired.
"king……"
Amidst gasps of alarm from those around him, the Rouran king dodged to the right, but the arrow still pierced through his shoulder.
He looked at the crossbow in Qi Nuan's hand, wondering what kind of bow and arrow it was that had such a long range.
Moreover, despite their extremely secretive attempts to hide, they were still discovered.
In that case, they have no need to hide anymore.
He pulled the arrow from his shoulder, threw it on the ground, and looked at Qi Nuan with a sinister gaze.
"Archers, prepare yourselves; all other warriors, step forward."
"They have archers."
His words reached Qi Nuan's ears on the wind, and Qi Nuan reminded Jiang Yu.
...
On the other side, Yan Gong watched the soldiers leave with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Their force consisted mostly of light cavalry, with fewer logistical support troops and limited supplies. A swift victory was the best course of action, and given the current situation, victory in Shangjun seemed imminent.
However, the Rouran army's intention to divide them into two groups is likely a way to buy time and deplete their supplies.
But how could they know they didn't have enough food?
The grass was yellow and the sky was blue. A figure looked around before walking into the depths of the dense forest.
"Speak, what do you want to see me for?"
His voice was exceptionally cold, and his face made no attempt to hide his disgust for him, but Wu Xiangrong didn't care.
The fact that he was able to come here proves that his plan is already mostly complete.
"You want me to leak military secrets? Do you think everyone is like you? Taking pride in betraying the country?"
Hearing his sarcasm, Wu Xiangrong clenched his hands tightly, his eyes filled with gloom.
But he quickly suppressed his emotions. It's alright, no rush. He'll teach him a lesson.
Wu Xiangrong slightly curled the corners of his mouth, trying to make his smile look more sincere, but his face, which rarely smiled, made his smile appear even more hypocritical.
"How can this be called leaking military secrets? It just gives the Rouran more time to leave."
He looked at the young man who didn't take his words seriously, "Besides, none of you want the princess to live, and the princess wouldn't have the heart to hurt you either. Even if you don't believe me, you can always believe the princess."
"This has nothing to do with me. I can't agree to that. You should leave. If it's any later, I'll have to be rude to Wu Juncheng."
Wu Xiangrong heard the mockery in his words.
Even the best temper can't hold back, let alone someone who's never been known for his good temper.
He looked the young man up and down. "Tsk tsk, you really look pitiful."
"When I was in Shangjun, I heard that you, General Wu, were in love with General Bai. You have not won her heart all these years. I suppose you have no hope in this lifetime."
The young man looked at him, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Wu Xiangrong was not afraid at all.
"How can you compare to Jiang Ming? How could the moon in the sky like the mud on the ground?"
He spoke to the young man with a seductive tone, gradually stirring up the evil within him.
"Do you know how to win the moon's favor? It's when the moon falls into the dust, and only then can the mud embrace the moon."
"You know I'm doing this all for you, for the Wu family. I know you look down on me, but what good does it do? Only in this way can I get what I want."
Time ticked by, but Wu Xiangrong wasn't in a hurry for his answer; he knew he would agree.
Because they are all the same kind of people, and he knows himself better than anyone else.
The young man's face was expressionless, but his clenched fist had been pierced by his fingernails.
Blood dripped onto the withered yellow grass.
Yes, he's right, he's a complete scumbag.
How dare the mud dream of moonlight!
I like Jiang Ming...
The words echoed in his mind repeatedly, and each time they did, his heart would clench with excruciating pain.
However, he could neither control his brain nor his heart.
It's like self-torture.
Over and over again.
"No...I won't hurt her..."
His voice was very hoarse, as if these words had exhausted all his strength.
"She will be alright. This is a letter from the princess to you. The princess will not harm her. I await your news."
He took the letter from Wu Xiangrong.
Without glancing back, he dragged his limping body toward the tent.
Time passed little by little.
The sun slowly set on the horizon.
The air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.
Yan Gong paced anxiously outside. It was already dusk, and neither Jiang Yu nor the other troops had returned.
He couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Xiao Xing sat quietly outside the tent, staring blankly at the sky, lost in thought.
Yan Gong was somewhat surprised. Whenever Qingqing went on an expedition, his biggest worry was Xiaoxing.
Today he was surprisingly patient.
"It's already dusk. I wonder what trouble they've encountered that they haven't returned yet?"
"Lord Yan, there is no need to worry. I believe they will return victorious."
"Um."
Yan Gong didn't speak again, but just quietly looked in the direction they had come from.
However, Yan Gong's gaze inadvertently swept over Xiao Xing's palm.
What happened to your hand?
Xiao Xing noticed Yan Gong's gaze and quickly clenched her fist.
With her head down, she said, "Oh, I accidentally got scratched."
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