The Tiger's Mouth was attacked, the soldiers defending it suffered heavily. Out of a small squad of fifty people, only fifteen were lucky enough not to be injured.
The rest were either dead or injured, unable to fight.
Lin Jinxu was badly injured, it would take a while for him to recover. He didn't want to slow everyone down, so he voluntarily stayed behind.
Lin Qingluo, along with five teenagers and the uninjured soldiers, immediately set off under the cover of darkness, heading to the gorge to set up an ambush.
The gorge was not far from the Tiger's Mouth, only about a mile away in a straight line.
The soldiers who had been stationed at the Tiger's Mouth for many years knew the terrain well. They took the teenagers and soldiers along a lesser-used path, through a winding and deep mountain stream, successfully arriving at the gorge before dawn.
The deep mountain gorge was filled with towering rocks and dense trees.
