The rain was so heavy that it not only reduced visibility, but completely drowned out every other sound. Even to speak to someone two meters away, they had to shout just to be barely heard.
Beyond a six-meter radius, the rain effectively left everyone blind and deaf.
The escort captain was a member of the Trusted Guards who had served King Zhao loyally for twenty years. He held the rank of Viscount, along with various honorary titles awarded to elite soldiers.
He excelled at gathering information on the battlefield, essentially serving as a reconnaissance specialist. His hearing, sight, and sense of smell all surpassed those of ordinary people. This was his personal ability.
The downpour blurred everyone's hearing and vision, and he was no exception. Compared with the others, however, he could still pick up signs of danger. The night before, when they were about to stop for a brief rest, his exceptional night vision had revealed that their chosen stopping point was a nest of snakes. He had hurriedly ordered everyone to light torches and press onward, averting a disaster.
The convoy trudged through the mud. By now, the rain no longer seemed to come from the sky, but from the ground, the left, the right, above, below, at an angle, straight ahead... It came from every direction, as though they were traveling through an overturned shallow sea.
Wet earth caked the wheels, and the horses' hooves had lost their shine. Every step added more weight to the soles of their shoes. Every few steps, they had to scrape away the excess with their hands, or their pace would only grow slower.
Both the captain and his deputy were feeling gloomy. Behind them, the soldiers had begun silently cursing the damned weather. It was holding everything up.
The convoy