Rout?

Once they had gone beyond fifty li and continued onward, they indeed encountered more and more allies and enemies.

Both sides seemed to be competing across this wilderness, chasing and fleeing, one pursuing while the other ran.

Naturally, Nalant and the others did not stand by with their hands tucked in their sleeves. Just as they had in the morning, they surged forward together, doing their utmost to cut off and kill as many enemies as possible.

They followed the other Onyx Principality teams in pursuit, pressing north all the way.

Before they knew it, barely more than ten minutes had passed, yet they had already reached a point over sixty li away from the main force.

Of course, they had gained something over those ten-odd li as well.

The group had captured more than twenty warhorses in total, with over half going to Nalant.

Compared with the morning, however, those gains were somewhat smaller.

The main reason was that there were too many monks and too little gruel. Moreover, the Northern Principality's mounted scouts had grown wiser that afternoon. They simply refused to clash head-on with the Onyx Principality's mounted scouts, instead using their longbows to fire while riding.

Nalant liked that best, though. He might not be able to match them in horsemanship, but when it came to archery, he had more than a dozen talented men under his command.

"Gasp! Why are there so many people ahead?" When they reached the point more than sixty li out, the scene before them left everyone somewhat stunned.

For some unknown reason, at least several thousand mounted scouts had gathered ahead in a chaotic melee, turning what had been skirmishes between small groups into a large-scale battle.

Within that battle, the Onyx Principality clearly held the upper hand, as they