Menacing

The four people responsible for surveillance split into two pairs.

After discussing it, the two groups agreed that the village had to be informed of this strange phenomenon.

Sixth Brother Zhao, whose arm had been severed today, had said that once he returned, he would ask Second Lord Zhao to make the decision and wipe out this group under cover of night.

Zhao Family Fort had far more people capable of fighting than the other side. Normally, a night raid would not be a good choice, as it could easily lead to friendly casualties.

However, since the other side had a Martial Master, choosing a night raid was not necessarily wrong. With their superior numbers, even a master could be beaten to death by a mob.

Still, that was only Sixth Brother Zhao's idea. Whether it could be carried out depended on Second Lord Zhao's attitude.

The four scouts felt they could no longer stand by. The villagers had to be told. With things as bright as day over there, how could they possibly launch a night raid? That would be a joke.

Once they surrounded the place, they might be dazzled blind, just like staring at the sun.

Of the four, they selected a young man with nimble legs and good night vision. Braving the rain, he hurried back.

The young man really was in excellent shape. In that pitch-black night, carrying a torch as he stumbled, crawled, and scrambled along, he covered more than twenty li in just over two hours.

Feng Jun and the others saw his torch as well, but he was too far away for them to react.

Zhao Family Fort was nearly thirty li from Feng Jun's group. Yet when the young man climbed a small hill, he suddenly discovered dozens of people standing