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"Go, go-go!"
In the dead of night, city gates could not be opened without the command of the main general. Two messengers of the Internal Qi Realm were lowered down in bamboo baskets, along with six robust military horses, three for each messenger, and supplies were well-prepared.
The messengers flipped onto the horses' backs and furiously whipped the horses' rear ends, their figures swiftly racing into the distance.
The city's defending commander was inwardly amazed.
It was night, and although they were riding the special breed of sweaty-blood horses cultivated by the army, capable of night vision and matching the speed of a Martial Artist of Great Achievement of Inner Qi, their endurance was even more extraordinary.
But in such pitch darkness, with only a glint of moonlight, and such urgency, a moment's inattention could mean a broken leg for the horse.
He wondered what military news could be so urgent.
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