As the last words were uttered, the branch in his hand suddenly pointed to a certain location on the map. Zhao Douan wore a forlorn expression and gave a self-deprecating smile: "What is called coincidence? My coming this time is simply destined by heaven."
Mo Chou stared blankly at the map, the marked location was unexpectedly—
Taicang Silver Mine!
Zhao Douan stood up tall and said loudly, "Extinguish the fire and break camp, abandon the carriages and baggage, everyone mount your horses. Once the light cavalry arrives, follow me, the governor, to march against the enemy!"
The tributor's spirits were lifted, their eyes shining brightly, and they responded in unison.
They hadn't fought once along the journey, and it was suffocating them.
Zhao Douan turned his head back, glanced at Mo Chou, and as if remembering something, added, "Leave two people to protect Mo Zhaorong and the Heavenly Master Mansion's priest, and the injured Shadow Guard. Then join the main forces."
