Su Qiao knew she was here, but she did not point it out. She merely let out a mocking laugh.
"Ha. Guerrilla Warfare."
Did she even stop to think about what kind of people could truly fight a guerrilla war? Could these refugees fleeing disaster, an untrained rabble of soldiers, really compare with them?
Besides, the imperial court's messages traveled slowly. Did she think their own messages could be delivered quickly?
If they wanted to strike once and then change locations, they still had to see whether they could scout the enemy's situation and movements in time.
Did she think this was modern times, when high-tech equipment could monitor everything at any moment, and cars could carry them far away in the blink of an eye when they fled?
At a time like this, they had nothing but their own two legs.
On top of that, their mental fortitude was too poor. The moment the enemy made a move, panic would seize them, and they would scatter like frightened birds and beasts. How could they still fight back?
The only reason everyone had previously been able to stay together as one was because Li Bingyi had been in charge. Now that Li Bingyi's fate was unknown, none of them had any desire to remain together.
In particular, quite a few people believed that it was precisely because their numbers were so large and their target so conspicuous that they had attracted the attention of the bandits and imperial soldiers.
The remaining thirty or forty people stayed together for only a short while before splitting off in pairs and groups, each going to seek their own way out.
Su Qiao took Zhao Jingting, Uncle Ya, and Qingyang, quietly following behind Su Weixue until they reached the entrance of a Stone Cave