In the mountain forests beneath the night sky, Chen Jiawei's expression was exceptionally grim.
"My lord, as of now, forty-eight scouts have gone missing. Half an hour ago, the Left Wing suffered a surprise attack. We lost one hundred and forty men. The losses were not severe, but it has left the brothers deeply unsettled."
Chen Denglong listened to the report expressionlessly, his gaze fixed on the forest ahead. "How far is Huang Tianhuo's main force from us?"
"My lord, it should be less than five hundred li away. Under normal circumstances, we could catch them in at most two hundred breaths. But the forest terrain is difficult, and our army of ten thousand makes far too much noise moving through it. We simply cannot catch them." Another Millennial Commander, Chi Ruhu, spoke with boundless anger.
"The Seventh Guard bastards have been far too cunning this time, like rats. And whenever we draw near, their other force harasses our scouts, forcing us to slow down."
"My lord, they have split their forces. Should we split ours as well?" Chen Jiawei asked for instructions.
"Of course we must split our forces. But before doing so, we must first determine how many groups the Seventh Guard has split into and the strength of each group. Only then can we divide our troops," Chen Denglong said.
At this, Chen Jiawei's face turned even uglier. "But their scouts have suppressed ours completely. Their scouts seem to have grown eyes—they can precisely eliminate our scouts every time."
Chen Denglong showed a disdainful look. "Remember, war is not limited to war itself. There are also matters beyond war."
"Matters beyond war?" Chen Jiawei's expression froze at once.
"Keep pursuing them. Let us see how long these rats can run."
Within the forest, two great armies continued