A hundred riders storming a camp?
It was clearly the mounts that had stormed the camp.
Zi Shou felt like a mere tool. All he had done was wave his sword from horseback; Long Ji had done all the riding.
They captured a few survivors, who revealed their identities in trembling voices. They were from Tu Fang, sent specifically to capture King Zhou.
Unfortunately for them, the Imperial Guards and Royal Guards, beasts that they were, had routed them outright.
Leaving aside the Imperial Guards' combat prowess, the Royal Guards were simply terrifying.
Zi Shou had personally seen Yin Pobai slip by accident and land bottom-first on one of the Tu Fang People. That man never got up again.
There had only been thirty or so Royal Guards during the suppression of the rebellion, so they had not stood out much. Now, however, three hundred balls of flesh had attacked at once. The sight was utterly staggering.
Moreover, the armor Zi Shou had specially commissioned for them had been made from top-quality materials to ensure it looked flashy enough and drew enough hostility. The primitive weapons in the Tu Fang soldiers' hands could barely inflict any damage.
When Yin Pobai stood up, several men ambushed him. Clubs, axes, bone knives, and the like struck his armor without so much as tickling him. His solid base kept him rooted to the spot, while the recoil sent his attackers stumbling back several steps.
How had he managed to raise such living weapons of mass destruction?
But the most baffling thing was that Tu Fang had actually marched south?!
There had to be some hidden reason behind this.
Running into him was normal enough. After all, they had been waiting to intercept him along the route his carriage had to take.
Zi Shou