His voice was kept very low, to avoid causing panic among the people of the Prosperity Escort Agency.
Meng Lei noticed this too. Knowing that the tide had turned against them, he felt grief and fury in his heart, but he also understood that if they kept fighting, they would surely be wiped out. So he immediately decided to abandon the goods and flee.
He let out a loud shout, forced Ma Ling back with a slash, then shouted again.
"Everyone, charge with me!"
With that, Meng Lei led the way, charging toward the forest like a mad tiger.
It was their only chance of survival.
Only by reaching the forest could they avoid being surrounded and trapped like fish in a dumpling.
It had to be said that Meng Lei was a seasoned veteran of the martial world. His decisiveness and judgment were both top-notch.
At his shout, everyone from the Prosperity Escort Agency was roused, and they followed him as he charged out.
Zhao Ya's gaze swept over everyone's faces, but he couldn't find Tan Dong. His heart sank.
Although the battle had lasted only a short while, it had already caused considerable casualties.
Zhao Ya had seen several porters die beneath blades and spears with his own eyes. Even Lin Sheng and Luo Qiang, two of the escorts, had been injured to varying degrees. It was clear how brutal the battle had been.
Tan Dong's skills were average, and it was hard to say whether he could have survived such a fierce battle.
Zhao Ya grew frantic. He could only fight as he retreated, his eyes constantly scanning the battlefield for any sign of Tan Dong—even his corpse.
Just then, a figure wriggled up from among the corpses on the ground, then darted over to Zhao Ya