Middle Area
As the sun rise and the gong signaled the start of the battle rang, Nan Luo and the others were also getting ready.
Nan Hua was looking in the direction of her grandfather. She was calculating his condition and based on what she knew, the eight day was also the day where the West and the East were making their big move.
Since it was the case, why not the middle too?
A glint flashed within Nan Hua's eyes.
The battle started. Nan Luo and Feng Ao Kuai was following the main army as they stuck close at the side. Their task so far was to clean up and only occasionally would they try to challenge the higher ranked commander when there was a chance.
Though, the chance didn't always appear.
"Nan, why are you pointing towards that way?" Nan Luo was startled. They were supposed to be moving forward, right? Why did she suddenly ask them to head to the West towards the valley where General Feng was fighting against River General Kui?
River General Kui was the leading general from Wei Da Kingdom aside from River General Pan who was fighting against Great General Nan. He was the strategist type and usually ordered his soldiers to control the battle from behind. It was also because of this that he didn't personally try to climb and fought against General Feng, who was standing on top of the wall.
He simply sent his soldiers and arranged for them to fight over and over. By changing their composition and also sent part of them to deal with those soldiers at the East side of him, he was maintaining a delicate balance with General Feng.
"There's a commotion at the West."
"Ah?" Nan Luo was stumped. He glanced at the mountain at their West side and felt his head throbbed. He didn't know why, but he felt that whatever happened over there shouldn't have affected them, right?
Only Nan Hua knew that this would be the cause why a lot of people died in the middle area. Because General Feng was too busy dealing with General Huang, who managed to force himself into the High Pass, River General Kui nearly broke in. If not because of the sacrifices of so many soldiers, High Pass would have fallen today.
And Nan Hua knew that the only method possible for someone as small as her to interrupt the flow of the battle was to strike right at the head.
"What should I do?" Nan Luo asked. They were slowly breaching towards the West and this would put their small army in more danger. They were not with the main army and their number didn't even reach 300.
Some of the wounded soldiers were put on rest by Nan Luo. There was no way he could force them to attack when they were clearly wounded so badly.
"Maintain this distance."
Nan Hua furrowed her eyebrows.
Nan Luo and Feng Ao Kuai's rank was too low. Even though Feng Ao Kuai was following close behind them, Feng Ao Kuai still had to maintain their distance.
"Call Feng Ao Si here!" Nan Hua looked at Nan Luo. "Hold on in this position for an incense stick of time."
"Incense stick of time?" Nan Luo nearly screamed when he heard what Nan Hua said. He knew how impossible it was for them to stay in this vulnerable position for such a long period of time.
"Do it, Luo."
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