Chapter Eleven: Breaking Through the Enemy Lines, Severing the Divide Between Life and Death

The sun left only a trace of its afterglow as dusk settled in. Although the black steed was swift, it still took a good half an hour to gallop from the Deer Mansion in Baishi Town to the Changshui Camp.

When Lu Wu arrived, he saw infantry lined up, blocking the camp’s main gate. Both sides were locked in a standoff, with no clash yet.

Lu Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Uncle Lin was still safe; otherwise, it would be hard to explain to his father, Third Sister, and Sister Lin Yin upon returning.

As if sensing Lu Wu’s mood, the black horse’s hooves lightened, quickening its pace further.

The first charge had made the black steed a bit nervous, but having its master seated on its back gave it endless courage to face blades and spears. The second time was easier; now, watching the enemy formation ahead, the horse’s steps grew even lighter—after all, they were nothing but a bunch of puny soldiers.

As for the two rangers galloping in from the sides, the black steed didn’t even glance sideways.

Sure enough, the moment the rider shifted slightly, the two rangers fell from their mounts. Their horses, now riderless, stumbled to a stop in confusion. The proud black steed raised its head high and dashed swiftly between them.

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Sergeant Lu Guang of the Sheying Battalion was no pushover like Yao Chen, who had been blinded by money and acted recklessly. Of course, this was also because their targets were different—Lin Ji, the Changshui Captain, was a battle-hardened general recalled from the frontier. Even with the sudden circumstances, Lu Guang had yet to break into the Changshui camp and seize control, so he dared not be overconfident.

Thus, Lu Guang blocked the main gate with two companies of troops. Over a hundred rangers were scattered around to scout at all times. Loud-voiced soldiers were sent out to spread the rumor that the young master Yuan was dead, aiming to demoralize the enemy. Finally, he left one company resting at the rear, guarding the camp’s back.

Lu Wu charged fiercely, his halberd raised, but the rangers stationed outside as sentries came forward to block him. The others sat on the ground, resting, unmoving.

Cavalry charges required numbers to be effective. What threat could one man and one horse pose? Two archers standing up could easily take them down.

Indeed, the two rangers rushed from the sides to attack simultaneously. The golden-crowned knight wielding a long halberd parried left and right. First, one rider on the left had his spear snapped and was knocked to the ground, fate unknown. The other fared worse; the knight’s halberd swung back in a crescent slash, severing the rider’s head clean off.

Especially the golden-crowned general—he didn’t even turn his head as he cut down two men in formation. To him, it was like swatting two flies casually.

Rangers coming from farther off slowed their horses, shouting from a distance. Such a killing machine was best left to the foot soldiers to confront.

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