"Something’s not right..."
Sha Lifei narrowed his eyes like a wolf sensing danger, "This place is desolate, for so many official troops to appear suddenly, there must be ghosts!"
As everyone was confused, their gaze was firmly attracted by this suddenly appearing Great Xuan Army, Lv San’s expression changed slightly once again.
He suddenly raised his head, looking at the hawk circling high above.
The hawk was spiraling with a special trajectory, letting out a sharp cry that only Lv San could understand!
"More!"
Lv San’s finger suddenly pointed towards the back of the garrison, at the snow-covered mountain valley behind, shrouded by dense, primitive pine forests, "Behind the mountain! In the sheltered area of the valley! There’s a force hidden there! The numbers... no less than three thousand!"
Everyone’s heart leapt to their throats as they immediately strained their eyes to look in the direction Lv San pointed.
The hawk in the sky provided an excellent perspective.
Through Lv San’s urgent and brief description, an even more unsettling image emerged in everyone’s mind:
Behind the Kuerka Guard Station, under the shadow of that towering snow-capped mountain body, a vast sheltered depression.
Thick snow covered the forestland, seemingly peaceful.
Yet, right at the junction of snow and forest, shadows as numerous as dormant Poison Insects silently lurked!
The attire of these shadows was mixed and eccentric.
Some were dressed in thick fur coats, with flipped fur hats, their figures tall and robust, typical of Rashan appearance, holding heavy War Axes, long-handled curved sabers, and even a few carrying crude Matchlock Guns.
Others were wearing Japanese styled armor or Array Feather Weave, their figures relatively short and agile, with Tachi or Wakizashi at their waists, leaning flags behind them, unmistakably Japanese Samurai!
What was more unsettling was that among this mixed troop, there seemed to be some figures dressed in an uncommon manner, exuding a faintly sinister aura.
They maintained strict discipline, unmoving in the harsh cold.
If it weren’t for Lv San’s hawk observing from high above, they would be difficult to discover.
This force of three thousand Rashan and Japanese mixed army, like a giant mouth long ready, aimed its fangs at those two thousand unsuspecting Great Xuan elites heading towards the garrison!
"It’s a trap!"
Kong Shangzhao’s brow furrowed slightly, instantly understanding the situation, "The garrison is bait! The unknown Evil Spirits inside are bait! This court’s elite soldiers are what they’re truly after!"
"Rashan, Japanese... they’ve colluded together!"
Li Yan’s gaze swept back and forth between the Kuerka Guard Station, the approaching Great Xuan Army, and the hidden ambush in the valley.
He vaguely had a conjecture.
The matter here probably related to the Korea battlefield.
Perhaps, it’s one of Zhao Changsheng’s pawns...
"You watch over the garrison, I’ll go report!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Yan immediately made a decision.
...
Snow waves exploded under Li Yan’s feet, instantly being pushed aside by Gang Qi.
His whole body shot like an arrow across the snow surface, plowing out a fleeting trench on the vast snowy plain.
Divine Movement Skill was pushed to the limit, and within just several breaths, the swiftly moving figure spanned a hundred meters in front of the advancing Great Xuan Army Formation towards Kuerka Guard Station.
"Halt! Prepare!"
The sharp command instantaneously tore through the snow plain’s silence.
The two thousand elites, almost instinctively, formed a formation, frontline spears lowered like a forest, rear gunners clattering as they raised their firearms, the dark barrels reflecting the cold hard death glow under the snowy light.
Their actions were orderly and evident of rigorous training.
All eyes were firmly locked on the suddenly appearing figure, carried by the snow waves, fingers tightened on triggers or bowstrings.
Li Yan halted his steps, snow dust gradually settling around him.
He took a deep breath of cold air, suppressing the slight panting caused by high-speed running and Gang Qi consumption, his voice carried by Inner Strength, clearly reaching the ears of every soldier:
"I am Li Yan! I have urgent news!"
"Li Yan?"
A voice of bewilderment and uncertainty came from the formation, "Which Li Yan?"
"What demon dares to obstruct our Great Xuan troops!"
A military officer shouted sharply, waist knife held high, the fuse of the firearm seemingly about to ignite. Li Yan’s mode of appearance was too eerie, his solitary arrival in this icy landscape making him seem like neither a demon nor a spirit.
"Hold on!"
An elderly yet vigorous voice echoed.
A Taoist in a half-worn green robe with an Ancient Pine Pattern Sword on his back parted the crowd, quickly approaching the front of the formation.
His beard and hair were all white, complexion rosy, gaze sharp as electricity, sizing up Li Yan.
"Is it little Daoist Li Yan?"
The Taoist’s voice carried a trace of barely noticeable excitement.
Li Yan recognized him too, it was Daoist Qingyuan from the Qingcheng Mountain North Emperor Sect, whom he had met once at the Open Cell Conference. "Indeed, it’s me. Daoist Qingyuan, are you well?"
"It truly is Daoist Li!"
Qingyuan’s face showed joy, then turned solemn, telling a nearby Captain Bureau officer with a wary expression, hand still on his sword hilt, "Chen Qianhu, this is indeed Li Yan without doubt! As a humble Taoist, I’ve seen him at Qingcheng Mountain."
These words caused the tense atmosphere to relax.
Chen Qianhu’s sharp gaze swept over Li Yan’s face several times, then glanced at Qingyuan, before slowly releasing his hand.
The soldiers’ eyes lost their hostility, replaced by a mixed aura of awe and disbelief.
Li Yan’s legendary deeds of overturning the Capital City in Japan, triggering the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, and escaping unscathed had spread like wildfire through military channels via Xuan Sacrificial Officer’s reports and civilian accounts.
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