At the foot of the opposing mountain, a procession of villagers was clearly visible, herding oxen and sheep and pushing carts.
Hearing the Inspectors' shouts, the once quiet and orderly procession of villagers clearly fell into a panic.
But someone was clearly organizing them. Soon, the slow-moving procession picked up its pace, even abandoning many of their supplies.
They were too far away to see clearly.
But one thing was certain: the "Rebels" were right ahead.
"Pursue!"
The command was given again, followed by a chorus of shouts.
Seeing the "Rebels" with their own eyes, the Inspectors' morale clearly surged. Amidst the shouts, they hurried down the mountain.
'At the end of their rope...'
As Chu Mu watched the figures fleeing into the forest on the opposite mountain, those four words suddenly surfaced in his mind.
'Last night's suicidal assault must have exhausted what little strength Qili Village had left to resist.'
'What happens next...'
