"鬼哭神嚎"曹应龙确实是个狠角色, he was no doubt a ruthless character. When he saw the eerie weapon still circling in the moonlit sky, occasionally dropping oil jars trailing flames, and saw that most of his camp had already been engulfed in fire and chaos, while the Flying Horse Ranch's cavalry had begun launching surprise attacks amid the confusion, he knew he couldn't turn the tide. So he resolutely mounted up and fled without looking back, taking the bewildered "寸草不生"向霸天, "鸡犬不留"房见鼎, their captive 李秀宁, and a dozen or so personal guards with him.
Yes!
曹应龙 had simply fled in the chaos. He hadn't even tried to organize his men or salvage the belongings they'd spent years accumulating, or to save as many soldiers as he could. He'd abandoned thirty thousand bandits and selfishly slipped away into the darkness!
Originally, he'd hoped that once they arrived, they might be able to take the Flying Horse Ranch, claim that easily defended horse-breeding haven as a base, and monopolize the horse trade, securing a place for themselves in the struggle to rule the land. But who could have guessed...
That it would end like this?
The four brothers had charged in with great fanfare, only for that "焦土千里"毛燥 fellow to die for no apparent reason. The Flying Horse Ranch's people had even hung his head up to deal a severe blow to their morale. And now they'd lost the wealth they'd spent years accumulating, along with their elite force of thirty thousand troops. They'd tried to steal a chicken and lost the rice they'd brought to lure it with—what a colossal loss!
Of course, however much he regretted it, 曹应龙 knew that in their current situation, they had no choice but to run.
If they couldn't escape under cover of darkness and confusion before the hour of