A chilling gust of wind suddenly swept through, making the flags on the city wall flutter noisily. To Nie Chong's keen ears, the sound was like a clap of thunder, startling him into alertness.
Noticing his reaction, a soldier beside him immediately whispered, "Brother Nie, what's wrong?"
A few others around them also turned to look.
They were guarding a carriage, around ten of them in total. The carriage was piled with burlap sacks filled with grain and bundles of forage, just like on previous trips to Taiyuan City, except this time there was more, making the journey even more arduous. Yet, not one of them complained, and they pushed on hurriedly, finally arriving at Taiyuan City just past noon.
At this moment, the carriage halted at the city gate, ready to enter the city.
Before Nie Chong could reply to the soldier, a low, hoarse neigh suddenly echoed from ahead.
Nie Chong immediately became alert and whispered, "Stay focused, look ahead!"
