HLnovel Chapter 212 Horn
Chapter 212 Horn
Beneath the city wall, a pure white horse stood quietly, like a fine sculpture.
Upon hearing Su Fuying's call, Bai Hong, whose head had been lowered, suddenly raised it, her ears twitching slightly. Then, she excitedly took off running, galloping towards Su Fuying's direction like an arrow released from a bow.
Su Fuying showed a hint of surprise on her face, clearly not expecting Bai Hong to suddenly appear here and wait for her.
She hurried forward, gently stroking Bai Hong's smooth mane with her hand, her eyes filled with affection, and exclaimed, "What a fine horse!"
After saying that, Su Fuying nimbly flipped onto the saddle, and with a gentle squeeze of her legs against the horse's belly, Bai Hong, as if receiving a command, took off and galloped towards the darkness ahead like lightning.
However, when they had traveled halfway, Su Fuying discovered that Bai Hong was not running in the direction of their original destination—Yanmen Pass.
She quickly tightened the reins, trying to correct Bai Hong's course, but Bai Hong seemed unusually stubborn, still determined to turn the horse around and head in another direction.
After trying twice, Su Fuying had a sudden thought. She leaned close to Bai Hong's ear and whispered, "Do you know where he is, so you're going to take me to him?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Hong raised its head and let out a loud cry, seemingly in response to Su Fuying's question.
Then, it mustered all its strength again and sprinted forward at breakneck speed.
The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the night sky, raising clouds of dust...
Half an hour later, the earth was shrouded in darkness, except for the scattered lights in the distance, which stood out in the darkness like twinkling stars in the night sky.
Seeing this, Bai Hong gradually slowed down her originally hurried pace.
Just then, a rustling sound came from ahead, and four or five soldiers in armor, looking dashing and heroic, walked quickly towards them like the wind.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized; in the blink of an eye, they were upon us, simultaneously drawing their gleaming swords from their waists and shouting in unison, "Who dares to trespass here?"
Su Fuying remained calm and unhurriedly took out the jade token from his pocket and handed it to the head guard.
After the guard took the token and examined it carefully, the expressions of the group instantly became respectful, and their attitudes underwent a complete 180-degree turn.
One of them quickly sheathed his sword, bowed, and said, "So it's you, young master! Please forgive us for not recognizing you! Please come with us."
Su Fuying raised her eyebrows slightly, pondering to herself. In fact, she wasn't quite sure if the token was useful, since she had never tried it before.
Surprisingly, it can still pass through here without any hindrance. It's really unexpected.
As the group approached the camp, the guard who had spoken earlier cautiously asked, "Young master, I'm truly sorry, but our master is not currently in the camp. What would you like? Would you like to be provided with a comfortable place to rest, or are there any other instructions?"
Upon hearing this, Su Fuying abruptly stopped in her tracks and blurted out, "Not here?"
Not surprised at all, after a moment's thought, Su Fuying decisively said, "Bring me a topographical map of Ma'anshan."
The guard quickly replied, "The topographical map is in Master's tent."
After saying that, he raised his hand and gestured for Su Fuying to come with him to a larger tent.
Su Fuying casually handed the saddle to the soldier beside her, then lifted the curtain without hesitation and strode into the tent.
The soldiers behind her watched her retreating figure, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, they opened their mouths and silently retreated.
The interior of the spacious tent was simply furnished, yet it exuded solemnity and majesty.
A sturdy wooden bed sat quietly to one side, and next to it hung a suit of dragon scale armor that shimmered with a faint golden light.
The scales on the armor were layered and tightly connected, resembling a lifelike golden dragon coiled upon it. Simply hanging there quietly, one could deeply feel a powerful pressure emanating from it.
“What a good thing!”
Su Fuying couldn't help but sigh in admiration, her eyes filled with amazement.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he slowly reached out and gently stroked the golden armor.
As his fingertips touched the cold, hard scales, a strange sensation instantly spread throughout his body, as if an invisible force was being transmitted to him through the golden armor.
Immediately afterwards, Su Fuying turned her gaze to the sand table to the side.
On the sand table, mountains, rivers, cities, and passes were clearly visible, and various symbols were densely scattered throughout.
She carefully examined each position on the sand table, her brows gradually furrowing slightly, as if she were pondering some important strategic deployment.
Just then, a soldier's respectful voice came from outside the tent: "Young master, would you like a tent arranged for you?"
"Need not."
Su Fuying didn't even look up, and casually replied. Then,
He turned and walked to the table, gently opened the bundle he carried with him, and carefully took out the precious medicinal herbs one by one.
Some of these medicinal herbs exude a delicate fragrance, while others display unusual colors; they are clearly rare and precious items.
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At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds like golden arrows and poured down upon the vast earth, a loud and stirring bugle call suddenly rang out, shattering the morning's tranquility. The sound, like thunder, echoed continuously across the open plains, deafeningly loud.
Upon hearing the bugle call, the soldiers, who were still deep in their dreams, immediately filed out of their tents.
They were clad in heavy armor, their steps steady and powerful; they gripped sharp spears and sturdy shields tightly in their hands, their expressions solemn and resolute.
Each of them exuded an aura of battle-hardened veterans, making them a force to be reckoned with.
The sound of horns echoed in the fresh morning breeze, enveloping the entire camp in a tense yet orderly atmosphere.
At that moment, the eyelashes of the figure who had been hunched over the table inside the tent trembled slightly.