Chiyou's Army revived its morale!
From generals to ordinary soldiers, all were willing to fight Xuanyuan once more alongside the Co-Lord who had led them to glory and prosperity!
If they won, all would be well. They would dominate the Central Plains, seize the world, and spread the fame of Dongyi's fierce warriors across the land!
If they lost, then death was all. Dongyi men would rather bleed on the battlefield than flee with their tails between their legs!
On the eve of the decisive battle.
Chiyou came to the place where he kept his mounts.
Perhaps he had suffered too many blows, been weighed down by worries, or simply grown tired. After entering, Chiyou's gaze drifted and his mind was dazed. He actually mistook Xiao Meng for Da Meng and led her away.
Da Meng: "????"
Xiao Meng: "????"
Da Meng thought, Could it be that Master thinks I can't beat that Golden Crow, so he wants to try Xiao Meng today?
Or has Master gotten tired of riding me and decided to try a different flavor this time?
Xiao Meng: "Huh? Me? I'm going to the battlefield? I can't do that!"
But if I refuse, will Master think I'm too cowardly and throw me away?
Fine, I'll go! A bear has to act like a bear!
And so, with Chiyou's failing eyesight and Da Meng and Xiao Meng playing mute, the misunderstanding muddled on.
The next day.
Chiyou sat atop Xiao Meng, clad in black armor and carrying Tiger Soul over his shoulder. A wild, unruly smile covered his face, as though the invincible and self-assured Chiyou had returned.
The many generals of Chiyou's Army looked at Chiyou, then at the ferocious yet adorable Xiao Meng, their expressions strange.
But seeing their Co-Lord's confidence, they thought, *We've never