Sergei coldly stared at Han Meng not far away, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.
"charge!"
Sergei's eyes widened suddenly, his voice booming like thunder. His body leaned forward abruptly, and his warhorse, sensing its master's will, neighed and galloped off towards Han Meng.
As Sergei charged forward, the cavalrymen beside him roared like awakened beasts and followed closely behind.
Their figures cast long shadows in the morning light, like streaks of black lightning, shattering the silence of the battlefield.
Han Meng looked at Sergei charging towards him, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
He couldn't help but chuckle, a laugh tinged with disdain and mockery.
He slowly raised the spear above his head, his expression gradually turning fierce, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.
"All troops, listen to my command! Retreat! Run!"
Han Meng's voice echoed across the battlefield, and the brothers who were preparing to charge into battle suddenly fell silent.
After shouting, Han Meng immediately turned his horse around and fled in the opposite direction as if a mad dog was chasing him.
The cavalrymen were suddenly dumbfounded. Their steps slowed involuntarily, and their faces were filled with confusion.
Seeing this, the lieutenant couldn't help but chuckle and shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Run!"
At the lieutenant's joking command, the cavalrymen snapped out of their confusion, turned their horses around, and fled frantically with Han Meng.
The rising sun, like blood, bathed the vast, desolate land of Kurokawa, and in Sergei's eyes burned a flame of fury.
As he watched Han Meng lead his team away, the anger in his heart burned like flames whipped up by a raging storm.
Han Meng was like a mischievous ghost, chasing Sergei all night. Now that he was ready to fight to the death, Han Meng had run away, which made Sergei feel unprecedented humiliation and anger.
"Chase him! Annihilate Han Meng!"
Sergei roared, his voice filled with anger and resentment.
He brandished his longsword and led his cavalry in a frenzied pursuit, like a raging storm.
The thunderous sound of hooves shook the earth, and their figures cast long shadows in the morning light, like a pack of wolves chasing their prey.
However, the pursuit did not last long; less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Sergei had to stop.
His warhorse, exhausted after a night of running, no longer obeyed Sergei's commands, slowly lay down on the ground, exhaling white breath, its eyes revealing fatigue and helplessness.
Sergei looked around and found that his brothers were all in similar situations.
The warhorses were exhausted and lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily. Their bodies trembled, and their manes were soaked with sweat, telling the story of their limits.
Sergei dismounted, his hand gripping his longsword tightly, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
He gritted his teeth as he watched Han Meng grow ever more distant, on the verge of madness.
"Han Meng! You come back here right now!"
Sergei's voice echoed across the empty plains, but Han Meng paid him no heed and led his cavalry away at high speed.
Han Meng and his cavalry, like a group of playful elves, left a string of cheerful hoofprints on the grassland.
They threw it about a mile away. Han Meng turned around and looked back, only to find that Sergei had stopped.
"Brothers, let's take a break!" Han Meng waved his hand and gave the order.
The cavalrymen stopped immediately, their horses panting heavily, while the soldiers wore relaxed smiles.
They maintained this distance from Sergei, neither getting close nor far away, as if playing a tacit game of tag.
Sergei was upset. Looking at Han Meng's relaxed and carefree appearance, he felt like a clown being made a fool of.
Left with no other choice, he could only tell his men to rest on the spot and eat some dry rations.
"Everyone, take a break and replenish your energy, but don't let your guard down and be wary of Han Meng launching a surprise attack."
The soldiers dismounted, some sitting on the ground, others leaning against their horses, and began to eat their dry rations.
Their expressions held a wry smile, clearly bewildered by this inexplicable chase.
After a while, Sergei suddenly realized that whatever he was doing, Han Meng was doing the same thing.
He made his subordinates eat, and Han Meng also made his subordinates eat; he made his subordinates drink water, and Han Meng also made his subordinates drink water.
This left Sergei in a state of utter confusion, feeling as if his every move was being imitated, like looking in a mirror.
"Is this guy messing with me?" Sergei couldn't help but complain.
The adjutant beside him also wore a wry smile: "General, I don't think Han Meng has any intention of attacking at all. What... what's going on?"
Sergei frowned slightly and thought, "It seems he wants to keep us occupied and under his surveillance, so I can't do anything."
"So what should we do now?"
"After you finish eating, find a sheltered place to rest."
The lieutenant was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Rest? Would Han Meng really let us rest?"
Sergei thought for a moment and slowly nodded: "He should. He's just copying what others are doing. Not only are we tired, but Han Meng is exhausted too. Let's hurry up and replenish our supplies before we set off."
...
At this moment, on the Serga River, Chen Zhennan stood by the grove of trees, watching the Northeast Army slowly approaching. The worry on his face gradually faded away.
"Since we haven't been discovered, it seems the plan can begin."
Chen Zhennan muttered to himself, and Yan Shiyu got up and walked to his side, following his gaze.
"General, this shouldn't be all of them, and judging from the looks of it, there don't seem to be any cavalry. What's going on?"
Chen Zhennan also noticed what Yan Shiyu said, but he didn't take it to heart.
“I planned three routes for Ai Zijun. I don’t think Ai Zijun is here. She should be fine.”
Although Chen Zhennan had never seen Ai Zijun lead troops into battle, his ability to maintain stability in Northeast China for more than ten years speaks volumes about his capabilities.
As they spoke, the army slowly approached, and Chen Zhennan finally saw clearly that the person leading the team was indeed not Ai Zijun, but Chen Zexu.
Chen Zexu spurred his horse and quickly arrived in front of Chen Zhennan, then dismounted.
"General Chen, has our Prince arrived yet?"
Chen Zexu looked anxious, and Chen Zhennan immediately realized that the situation must have been extremely critical when he and Ai Zijun separated.
Shaking his head, Chen Zhennan gave Chen Zexu a reassuring look and explained, "Don't worry, Ai Zijun will be fine. Quickly, have your men go into the mountains to rest and set up camp. From now on, this will be our new military camp."
Chen Zexu nodded first, then mounted his horse.
"General Chen, I'm taking men to find our Prince. You wait here, I'll be right back."
Chen Zexu was about to leave after speaking when Chen Zhennan frowned slightly and said sternly, "You stop right there!"
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