"Clop, clop, clop."
The crisp sound of hoofbeats came from the road.
The hoofbeats grew louder and closer together.
A column of cavalry appeared in the distance. Fully armed, they were clearly elite horsemen, numbering nearly a thousand.
Three officers rode at the very front, advancing at speed.
Though the leading officer wore armor, his identity was still apparent at a glance. He was Mouqiu Dian, son of Guanqiu Jian, the General Who Guards the East.
Of the two men beside him, one was a powerfully built young man, the other a burly fellow with broad shoulders and a thick waist.
They were none other than Wen Yang and Liu Lu.
"Commandant, now that we're past Zhuge Dan's territory, can we stop hiding?"
Wen Yang asked irritably.
These past days, they had hidden themselves everywhere like rats, passing silently through Yu Province. Wen Yang disliked such behavior intensely.
What was there to fear about Zhuge Dan? Even if Yu Province had a hundred thousand troops, I could still charge through them a few times.
Why did we have to look so wretched?
Looking at the irritable Wen Yang, Mouqiu Dian hurried to soothe him. "Ayang, we're not hiding because we're afraid of Zhuge Dan. We're doing it to accomplish our purpose as quickly as possible."
"Be patient a little longer. We're nearly there. Once we enter Sili, we won't need to hide anymore."
Hearing Mouqiu Dian's words, Wen Yang snorted. "Sooner or later, I'll cut off that old scoundrel Zhuge's head!"
Liu Lu gave a wry smile. "Ayang, there are only a thousand of us. Do you really want to fight our way to the walls of Luoyang with banners flying and drums beating? However incompetent Zhuge Dan might be, those tens of thousands of elite soldiers under his command