Slippery ground?
They had encountered a landslide at a time like this?
Captain Yang's heart sank. His face twitched faintly.
"Captain Yang, what happened?"
Zhai Huan, who had noticed the tax silver convoy had stopped, realized this wasn't a time for a rest. He rode forward to ask.
"There's a landslide ahead. We can't get through."
When Captain Yang saw it was Zhai Huan, he felt displeased, but didn't show it. He simply had a habit of keeping a cold face, and it wasn't exactly pleasant to look at. Zhai Huan didn't pay attention to such details. He had "worked together" with this captain for several days; the man's likes and dislikes had little to do with him.
"A landslide?"
Zhai Huan's nerves went taut.
He turned to ask the scout, "Any signs it was caused by people?"
Landslides were a fairly common natural disaster, and armies sometimes encountered them on the march. But for one to happen at such a sensitive moment—of all times—made it impossible not to wonder.
The scout glanced from the corner of his eye at his real superior. Only after seeing that the latter had no objection did he answer, "We checked carefully. There are no signs it was caused by people."
Zhai Huan frowned.
If there were no signs of human involvement, then it was just a coincidence?
He asked again, "How long will it take to clear?"
A powerful Martial Gall Warrior could even shake a mountain with his own strength. Clearing a path in a short time shouldn't be a problem.
The scout's reply disappointed him. The mountainside was unstable, so they couldn't force a path through. Half a day was an optimistic estimate. If anything else happened along the way, they might lose an entire day.
The scout was also a