The sound of horse hooves approached, and Old Ears immediately got off the kang bed: "Judging by the noise, there are at least eight hundred of them!"
He and Chen Ji walked out of the main house together, an old man, a young man, and a cat, all poking their heads out the door to see a mass of men and horses pouring into the village like a tidal wave, scaring every household into extinguishing their lights.
Hundreds of armored soldiers rode forth, swords at their waists and spears under their arms, their cold gleam shining under the moonlight. In just a few breaths, they had sealed all the vital paths into the village.
Over a hundred crossbowmen climbed onto the rooftops, spreading across the entire Erdao Baihe Town along the roof ridges, the sound of bowstrings being drawn creaking harshly on the ears.
Elite troops!
Old Ears quickly pulled Chen Ji back inside, first blowing out the oil lamp in the room.
