In the pitch-dark barn, First Prince Jiang Shan was like a startled bird, his mouth parched as he peered through the gaps in the wooden planks, watching the open space in the distance.
The guard by his side heard a noise and instinctively covered the First Prince's mouth. They had been hiding here for two days now, and in all that time, they had only drunk some water and hadn't eaten anything at all.
Just yesterday, a unit of the Tang Army had passed by—five tanks and seven or eight trucks, accompanied by several dozen soldiers, which scared them so much that they climbed up the beams and didn't come down until midnight.
Due to the war, this barn had been deserted for a while now. No one had come to it, and the Tang Army hadn't thoroughly searched the place.
In reality, the First Prince and his guards were overthinking it; compared to quickly advancing to Beiyuan City to join the battle, the Tang Army had little interest in capturing him, the First Prince of Qi Country.
