The snowy night was dark and mysterious, with no lights between the mountain curtains, only endless snow in all directions.
"Giddy up... clatter... giddy up..."
"Hurry, there are our people ahead. This Song Army detachment has killed so many of us, if we let them escape, the king will never forgive us."
The flying hooves kicked up the ground's dirt and snow. Unlike Chen Mo and his companions, their horses hadn't been running non-stop for dozens of miles, so they were able to maintain a relatively fast pace.
A general brandished a long knife, and under the torchlight, his breath was visible. The surrounding soldiers didn't look around for an ambush but instead followed the hoofprints on the ground, constantly pursuing.
They weren't concerned about believing the Song Army would dare ambush in the surrounding mountains and forests at such a time.
