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The heavy fog enveloped everything like an impenetrable wall, making it impossible to distinguish directions. If it weren't for the clear sensation of moisture approaching, one would have lost all sense of movement and stillness amidst the absence of reference points.
Hastily leaving the camp, Luzi wondered how the Seven Star Black Steed could see the road clearly, as they continued to jolt away through the mist. What worried him most was the feeling of being airborne, as it was likely that in the next moment, they could fall infinitely. The only explanation was quite simple: the warhorse, unable to see the path, had fallen into a ravine!
Heavenly Compassion! The lone rider and horse moved briskly through the fog, safely and steadily advancing without any suspense.
Practical experience had proven how important it was to master the dialect of Zhao State in these times!
Occasionally, voices emerged from the mist, and Luzi promptly responded in Zhao's accent. On this murderous night of Dark Moon and High Wind, his accent helped turn dangers into safety, highlighting the importance of mastering multiple languages.
During this time, they also encountered their own troops. Lu Ziran ordered everyone who couldn't speak Zhao's dialect to remain silent. They passed by the Zhao Army without incident, both sides exhibiting excellent national qualities. They exchanged greetings and wished each other safety.
To prevent anyone from getting lost along the way, Luzi devised a good solution. He commanded his cavalry brothers to let down their tied horse tails for the soldiers to hold onto while connecting themselves with ropes.
It is said that old horses know the way; the not-so-old Seven Star Black Steed clearly inherited this excellent tradition. In the deep night without reference points, this makeshift Qin Army led by General marched eastward with great strides.
It was unclear how long they had been walking or how far they had gone. The Qin Army dared not stop to rest and had not encountered any Zhao Army along the way. Could this mean that their unit had already distanced itself from the battlefield!?
Confidently, Luzi believed in this answer and recalled a joke made by Wang Jian long ago. Heaven has always been watching over you, Luzi, and each time it allows you to turn misfortune into fortune. So fight boldly and leave a lasting mark in history.
Wang Jian had said this years ago with a smile, yet it felt as if it were just moments ago. Time flies is not merely a saying; perhaps in the blink of an eye, everything has changed dramatically.
The heavy fog lingered, fraught with danger.
To be on the safe side, Luzi strictly ordered the Soldiers following him to remain silent. This decision resulted in an uncertain number of Troops accompanying the general as they retreated from the battlefield, and no one knew if any officers had managed to keep up.
A black-armored army moved silently through the thick darkness, with occasional coughs sending shivers down the spines of those who heard them. It was not fear of death that caused this unease; soldiers were born for such moments. They worried that their sounds might disturb someone's sweet dreams and bring disaster upon their brothers.
No one knew how much longer they would have to walk. As long as they kept moving, they would distance themselves from danger. Since they already had an answer in their hearts, they would head toward that answer!
Along the way, they did not encounter the Zhao Army again, nor did they come across the scattered Qin Army. This outcome indicated that the main force of the Qin Army was still trapped within the encirclement of the Zhao Army, a heavy burden on Luzi's heart that he could not shake off. Once leading over a hundred thousand Qin Army with laughter and camaraderie, now only a few hundred were escaping in silence.
What would he say to Wuan Jun? That he left the lives of over a hundred thousand brothers behind at Tiger Back Ridge while he returned alone!? Sitting on his horse, Luzi couldn't help but sigh deeply at this thought.
Looking back at the past, whether commanding large-scale operations or defending against sieges, there had been no mistakes in command. With generals like Wang Jian and Fang Tianhua by his side, if there had been any errors in command, they would have pointed them out immediately.
If there had been no mistakes all along, then why did they suffer defeat!?
The Qin Army that escaped from the war zone did not know how long they had been walking until dawn broke and dispelled the darkness. White mist swirled with the mountain breeze, covering the terrain like flowing clouds.
With light returning to the earth, the path beneath their feet became visible. The Soldiers spontaneously moved to the front of the line to lead the way while protecting the general in the middle of their formation. Luzi, no longer responsible for leading, did not feel relieved because there were no landmarks or signs along the way. Even with a Military Map in hand, he could not confirm his current location without points of reference.
Knowing oneself and one's enemy has its prerequisites; first and foremost was to ascertain how many had successfully broken through. Taking advantage of a moment's rest, Luzi instructed everyone to count their numbers and called for the officers in the group to report.
As reports came in, Luzi gained clarity on how many Soldiers were still available. Excluding those who were injured, there were still one hundred seventy-three combat-ready individuals.
The number of officers who successfully broke through was few—only nine Sergeants and one Centurion with an injured arm. Upon hearing that the general summoned them, they hurried over to report. Ever since last night's Heavy Fog appeared, communication between various units had been lost.
The infantry formation of the Qin Army, which had lost the cover of the Arrow Formation, was subsequently overwhelmed by the Zhao Army's cavalry, leaving them to fight individually without unified command. Unable to light a fire for illumination, they eventually could not distinguish between friend and foe. As for the situation with the main force, no one could clearly articulate it at that moment.
Luzi quietly listened and nodded, not uttering a single word. Even without anyone stating it, he already had a standard answer in his heart regarding the main force's situation. It was simply because he still held onto a glimmer of hope that he was unwilling to face reality.
The injured Centurion had a fractured left arm and would likely not be able to join the battle again for some time. After Lu Ziran went down to rest and recuperate, he left behind nine Sergeants to make decisions on their own. After discussion, they decided to divide the more than one hundred who had broken through into nine teams. This included two cavalry teams with a total of thirty-seven combat personnel. The remaining were organized into seven infantry troops, each consisting of about twenty people or fewer.
Considering there were no supplies available and their numbers were limited, Luzi instructed all combat personnel to conserve their arrows. If the Arrow Formation was used effectively, they could withstand small-scale conflicts. As long as their luck did not run too low and they did not encounter the main force of the Zhao Army, there was still a chance to return alive to the Dan Shui River Defense Line.
Having hope in everything is good!
The nine Sergeants who had been promoted expressed their willingness to accompany the general, even if it meant dying in battle to ensure his safety. Just then, someone’s stomach growled loudly, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
After walking back and forth for an entire night, even those who had overeaten the previous night found themselves empty by now. Fortunately, the soldiers always carried personal rations with them; counting it up, they had enough food for five days with some left over.
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