On the official road near the Capital City, a cloud of dust billowed, and the sound of hooves rumbled like thunder.
More than ten thousand Light Cavalry of the Northern Expedition Army, led by Uncle Wang and Liu Daojian, were galloping towards Cang Mountain like a whirlwind.
The outline of Cang Mountain could already be seen here.
The army, after a long trek and without rest midway, arrived here just before dawn, when the sky was still dark.
Uncle Wang gazed into the distance and noticed a few disheveled people, stained with blood, fleeing in panic down the official road ahead.
These people kept looking back occasionally, their expressions a mix of terror, as if being pursued by some horrifying monster!
Uncle Wang frowned slightly.
Liu Daojian understood, waved his hand to signal the Northern Expedition Army to slow down, and intercepted the fleeing individuals.
