Elsewhere.
Captain Yang watched the whole group of malingering soldiers, furious and exasperated.
With anger bottled up inside him, he could not help striking harder. His whip cracked like thunder, but the little soldier's scream was even louder. The shrill, piercing cry made everyone's scalps prickle. They turned their heads away, afraid to look at the Unlucky Ghost, whose face was deathly pale, as though half his life had been beaten out of him. A feeling of grief for a fellow sufferer welled up in them.
Half of them had been brought up by Captain Yang.
They usually admired this superior who spoke little and kept his head down while working. They also knew that his temper grew explosive whenever trouble arose, but they had never imagined it could become this explosive. It was not that they did not want to walk. They truly had no strength left to move, let alone push anything.
Even the scout who had suggested taking a detour felt the back of his neck turn cold. Only then did he realize that he had proposed a rotten idea.
They had chosen the detour intending to save time.
Who could have guessed the mountain road would be this muddy...
The soldiers' strength was draining away at an extraordinary rate.
In the end, Zhai Huan could not bear to watch the farce any longer. He stepped forward to calm Captain Yang, and his reason was perfectly sound—if the soldiers exhausted themselves and encountered enemies who could spring out from anywhere, would they still have the strength to fight or protect themselves?
Captain Yang's face instantly darkened.
How could he not know what Zhai Huan was worried about?
He had thought taking a detour would speed them up, but who could have known they would instead become trapped