At the very moment West Mountain Hall launched its full assault into Wen Family Fort, Yan Guo, commander of the West Mountain Guard, led nearly twenty-three hundred troops onto a low hill thirteen li from the fort.
From here, he could already make out the situation at Wen Family Fort dimly.
The sturdy Walled Fort, covering dozens of mu, was now shrouded in white mist.
Yan Guo could not see what was happening inside. He could only see seventy West Mountain gang members guarding the area near the main gate of Wen Family Fort. They had formed a small battle formation facing the West Mountain Commandery Army.
The person leading them was none other than Liu Ruoxi, altar master of West Mountain Hall's Xi Character Altar.
"What's going on?"
Yan Guo abruptly pulled on his reins, staring at the Walled Fort with doubt and alarm in his eyes.
"Most of West Mountain Hall's men are nowhere to be seen. Did they escape? Or have they already broken into the Walled Fort? How can Wen Tiancai be so useless?"
As he halted his horse to observe, the white mist enveloping the Walled Fort thickened and spread farther. Great quantities of smoke mingled with it, making it even harder for Yan Guo to discern the situation inside.
Soon, two riders in light armor galloped up to Yan Guo.
They were Scout Cavalry sent ahead by the West Mountain Commandery Army.
Yan Guo was exceedingly cautious in deploying troops.
He was even more conservative when facing his old opponent Chu Xisheng, who had routed the West Mountain Commandery Army with just three people.
Thus, even though the Shen Clan of Xiushui had already stationed quite a few experts in Wen Family Fort, he had insisted on sending ten mounted scouts to monitor the