The Dead Are More Useful Than the Living

Verdant Green Maiden's body was weary, but under her lead, Yue Qiu and the others still broke through the encirclement and slaughter of the Khitan and Huihe.

Or rather, neither the Khitan nor the Huihe dared pursue them any farther!

The corpses of nearly a thousand cavalrymen were still piled before them. Unless they no longer cared about living, they absolutely did not want to fight Verdant Green Maiden. She was simply too terrifying.

Who was she?

An Immortal?

Or a demon?

The Khitan did not know. The Huihe did not know.

Yue Qiu and the others did not know either.

The sky was vast and blue, the wilderness boundless; the wind swept through the grasslands, where no one dwelled.

The Hexi grasslands were sparsely traveled, yet at this moment, faint black specks could be seen on the road leading toward Guanzhong.

Those black specks were all Song Army soldiers defeated at Ganzhou. At this moment, they were extremely dangerous.

They had weapons in their hands. They had just crawled out from heaps of corpses. They were filled with resentment and rage toward everything. At the slightest misstep, conflict would erupt.

But Verdant Green Maiden's group was all right.

Because of Verdant Green Maiden, they did not dare entertain the slightest other thought.

The group merely kept their heads down and traveled on.

Fengxiang.

The guards at the pass caught sight of carts and horses racing toward them across the grasslands and immediately became alert.

Yet once they saw who was aboard them, their faces filled with even greater astonishment.

"Your Majesty?"

"Is that His Majesty?"

He shouted in alarm, "Open the gates, quickly!"

The commanding general hurried out.

Zhao Guangyi lay atop a grain cart. After racing without pause for two days and one night, he had finally fled