Rainy night.
Yuzhou.
Battlefield.
Weapons of war.
The torrential rain poured down as if the Milky Way had burst open, flooding the earth alongside roaring thunder. In less than half an hour, the ground had become an unbearable mire.
Crack! Purple-black, uncanny lightning tore across the night sky, while the countless stars amid the clouds emitted a blinding white radiance,
casting the entire Ancient Battlefield of the Central Plains in grotesque, eerie colors.
The massive steel machine formed by a million soldiers creaked through its heavy, sluggish operation, its ranks slowly withdrawing to the rear.
On the opposite bank, upon the surface of the Luo Stream, a tributary of the Miaoshui River, a force of light cavalry was charging forward through wind and rain.
According to the court's original arrangements, once the rebel cavalry came ashore, the army would immediately turn about and strike them with a return blow.
But beneath such celestial anomalies, rumors had already spread uncontrollably through the retreating ranks like an epidemic.
"Why are we retreating?"
Their million-strong army had formed ranks along the riverbank. No matter how many enemies there were, what was there to fear? Why retreat? Could the strange signs in the heavens truly be Heavenly Punishment? Or had some accident occurred at the very front, forcing them to withdraw at once?
The soldiers craned their necks and looked about, but ordinary people's eyesight had its limits, and with such dreadful weather,
how could they possibly see what was happening several miles—or even dozens of miles—away in this stormy night?
All these factors combined, stretching their nerves to the breaking point. They desperately wanted to know the current situation and where things would go next.
Clip-clop—
Amid the sound of hooves trampling puddles and mud, a Blazing Horse passed through curtains of rain,