The steep mountain trail stretched on and on, leading deep into the mountain forests.
It could hardly even be called a road. Mud covered the ground, while thorns and towering trees blocked the way ahead.
Deng Ai was leading his army through this very place.
Perhaps Deng Ai had conceived this idea long ago. When Jiang Wei prepared to defend Jiange with all his strength, Deng Ai had stayed in Yinping rather than advancing farther. When the vanguard troops under Zhuge Xu and the others began fighting Jiang Wei, Deng Ai led his army into the mountains.
Deng Ai still enjoyed considerable prestige in the army, whether because he had suffered few defeats or because he maintained strict discipline.
Deng Ai was extremely strict with the officers and soldiers under his command. He showed no leniency even to deputy generals who had followed him for years, which left his men both respectful and afraid of him.
When Deng Ai said he would lead them over the mountains to bypass Jiange, none of his men dared object.
With the elite troops directly under his command, Deng Ai began the mountain crossing.
Winter had already arrived. Although it was not as cold here as in Yongliang, and snow did not fill the sky, the mountain winds were still bone-piercing.
Fierce winds rose from every direction. Even the trees waved their arms, trying to drive these intruders away.
Deng Ai ordered the officers and soldiers to tie themselves together so that no one would fall behind or tumble over a cliff. Then they formed a long line and began climbing.
Deng Ai was no longer young. Time had left countless marks on his face, yet he walked at the head of the army, his expression resolute. Led by several guides, they moved faster