From a distance, Zhao Rong saw the chaos break out at the posthouse, and immediately he galloped down the mountain trails with his energy gathering for speed.
Bandits slaughtering innocents were all too common; arriving earlier meant possibly saving more lives.
If the merchant convoy's guards could hold off for a while, it indicated that the enemy did not have many skilled fighters.
Zhao Rong had a plan in mind and had already drawn his sword, carrying it on his back.
Integrated within the Great River Caravan were some ruthless figures, all dressed in black coarse hemp clothes, charging at the forefront and delivering the most vicious blows.
