At midnight, it was the quietest time of the night. As Mu Yangling led them along the road, they could only hear their own breathing and footsteps, so any sudden sound would appear especially abrupt.
When Mu Yangling heard the clicks, she raised her hand to stop everyone. She brought the six of them and hid behind a tree on the side of the road. Liu Li whispered, "What's wrong?"
"There's the sound of hooves."
Liu Li and the others looked at each other in anticipation and fear. If it were the Han Chinese, they would have a messenger. But if it were the Hus…
Mu Yangling waved her hand for everyone to lower their bodies. This time, even without her reminder, everyone heard the sound of horse hooves.
A group of ten cavalrymen passed by them. Under the reflection of the snow, Mu Yangling could see very clearly that they were wearing Hu costumes. Mu Yangling's expression changed slightly. The ones heading south were actually Hu cavalrymen?
