Yun Ce asked Bei Jiu, but Bei Jiu naturally had no idea.
The news received from the frontline was good—the enemy army's attention had been drawn away by the main force, and they temporarily had no time to spare for the rear. Yun Ce knew how precious this opportunity was and did not dare delay in the slightest.
Using the dense fog as cover, a group of elite soldiers slipped around to the enemy's rear.
The vanguard at the very front carried a strangely shaped shield.
The shield was not particularly large, but its surface had been polished smooth.
With just a slight infusion of martial qi, the shield's surface could absorb the surrounding scenery. Combined with the interference from the light, it was extremely difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
This item was also a product of the Directorate of Imperial Manufactures. It was very light, weighing less than a fifth as much as an ordinary shield, and its defensive power was weak. Even someone who was not a Martial Spirit could sever it with a full-powered slash. At first glance, it seemed like a spectacularly failed product. However, its true purpose was not defense, but camouflage. In weather this foggy, it could perfectly conceal their movements.
"Do it—"
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"Who would have thought the High Priest was so black-hearted."
Even Gu Chi found it hard to watch.
Wasn't Jimò Qiu a natural-born schemer?
Shen Tang disagreed. "Wangchao, that's slander."
If she honestly put herself in Jimò Qiu's place, she might not have been able to pull off such a performance. Shen Tang could be arrogant and playful, but she was still serious when it came to war. No matter how many heart-piercing things she said, they were all meant to stab the enemy to death. Jimò Qiu,