Gongxi Chou was one of the most elite Martial Gall Warriors of the age. The instant the fog rose, he realized where the problem lay.
At the same time—
His expression turned exceedingly strange.
Yes, strange.
If he weren't certain the Alliance Army had no spy on their side, he would have suspected that the Literary Scholar who had used the Way of the Scholar—the turncoat—was one of his own. After all, he'd been fretting over the ants hounding him, and the earlier bouts had taken a heavy toll. A prolonged battle didn't favor him. But with this thick fog rolling in, Gongxi Chou felt like he was back in the game! He promptly took another head!
"Keep playing among yourselves. I'm off to have some fun elsewhere!"
Gongxi Chou kicked away a Martial Gall Warrior who had latched onto him.
He tapped a foot against a man's helmet and vaulted elsewhere. Just as he was about to land, a galloping warhorse swept in and caught him steadily.
The thick fog didn't affect the sight of Martial Gall Warriors, but it did affect ordinary soldiers. Anyone who came close got cut down; they couldn't tell friend from foe. Gongxi Chou moved with such flair that he quickly opened up a distance, then made a point of charging straight through clusters of Alliance Army soldiers.
Could the Alliance Army's Martial Gall Warriors do the same?
Of course not.
They had their hands tied!
If they ignored everything and went straight after Gongxi Chou, they would mow down every soldier in their path, likely sparking conflict within the Alliance Army. By then, before King Zhi's Rebel Army was even defeated, their own side would be fighting among themselves. But that wasn't even Gongxi Chou's slickest trick.
After riding back and forth through