At this moment, Prince Jing spoke, "With Nanchang's 200,000 troops ahead and Wei Hu's 2,000 elite cavalry behind, we have no way out but to traverse the Biyun Mountain Range, unless we are captured by Nanchang again to be humiliated and used as a threat against Dongyue."
If Sikong Mo hadn't understood this principle, he would not have made such a decision.
"Get ready, abandon the horses, and ascend the mountain on foot."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
No sooner had Sikong Mo finished speaking than a rain of arrows descended upon them from the sky.
Swinging their long swords, even Prince Jing had to fend off the attack, with only Ye Jiu and Ying Luoxue, the true burdens, hiding behind a large tree, shivering with fear.
The group led by Sikong Mo was formidable, but the barrage of arrows from the enemies was even more overwhelming, and Ye Jiu had already seen several people wounded.
At this rate, it was only a matter of time before the group was turned into a beehive.
