Chapter 1372 - 1048: Natural Barriers Limit East and West, Fate’s Work Is Hard to Know

Mu Xian nearly fainted.

But at this moment, even if he really wanted to faint, he had to first catch up with Yu Wenye—if Yu Wenye refused to return, he must ensure his safety until they returned to camp, otherwise, even if he fainted, his soul would be sent down to the Eighteen Layers of Hell for thousands of years.

So Mu Xian let out a miserable cry and then called out to the few personal soldiers who were clearly already terrified: "Follow quickly!"

After he finished speaking, he waved a large hand and charged down on horseback.

The few personal soldiers also almost instinctively galloped closely behind, but clearly, while their bodies had caught up, their souls still seemed to be running behind in a daze. They barely caught up with Mu Xian, and one personal soldier’s voice changed due to fear: "Brother Mu, what’s happening? What does Prince Yu Wen want to do?"

Mu Xian gritted his teeth: "His Highness wants to explore Hulao Pass."

"What!?"

"Stop wondering, follow quickly! If anything happens to Prince Qin today—you all know!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt their necks aching, unable to think further, nor having the strength to complain, they could only grit their teeth, tightly grip the reins, and gallop away.

The group’s figures were like several black lines swiftly drawn across the desolate land, followed by a cloud of dust that rose and scattered, as Yu Wenye led the charge, galloping nearly half an hour until the full view of Hulao Pass, which resembled a crouching tiger on the horizon, appeared, causing him to let out a long sigh.

This pass had always been a major stronghold of the east, having witnessed countless battles in the war manuals and historical records he had read. Up until now, it still commanded the Sishui, guarding the eastern gateway to Luoyang. The towering city walls and the fluttering banners exuded a murderous aura from afar, making people involuntarily feel a sense of awe.

Yu Wenye said: "Indeed, the natural barrier limits the east and west, difficult to fathom its workings."

As he spoke, his pace slowed considerably. Mu Xian and his group finally caught up to him, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Mu Xian’s face turned pale, even though they were several hundred yards from Hulao Pass, he instinctively lowered his voice: "Your Highness, let’s just take a look and then return."

Yu Wenye glanced at him: "Are you scared?"

Mu Xian almost cried.

If he was truly leading troops to war, fear wouldn’t even matter as he’d dare himself to charge with a blade right in front of Hulao Pass. But standing before Hulao Pass was not himself, but the dignified Prince Qin, and they only had a few personal soldiers, fewer than fifteen men. If the troops guarding Hulao Pass discovered them, what would happen?!

However, the more fear, the more it materializes.

Just as Mu Xian was about to persuade him to return, his eye suddenly caught the faint shadows of people moving on a faraway city tower, seemingly spotting them and gathering together to discuss something.

Soon, other figures left the city tower, quickly running downwards!

Oh no, they’ve been discovered!

Mu Xian urgently said: "Your Highness, let’s move! They’ve spotted us!"

Upon hearing this, the other personal soldiers panicked too, immediately maneuvering their horses forward to surround Yu Wenye, ready to escort him back quickly, but Yu Wenye remained motionless, instead extending his neck to gaze at those gathered shadows on the tower, seemingly staring to see them clearly. While both sides gazed at each other, the gates of Hulao Pass slowly opened, a troop of cavalry leisurely trotted out from inside.

"Ah!"

At this moment, Mu Xian felt blood draining cold.

Though the distance was far, a glance gave away that troop numbered at least two to three hundred, even if Yu Wenye’s martial skills were exceptional, even if these men would fight to protect Prince Qin fiercely, but mere hands couldn’t rival an army. Such a number could crush these ten or so men like ants.

Mu Xian was frantic and shouted: "Your Highness, let’s go!"

But Yu Wenye remained immobile, his expression calm as he said: "No rush."

"Your Highness!"

"They are not in a rush, why are you?"

"What—"

Mu Xian looked at his calm eyes in surprise, then turned his head to find that although the several hundred cavalry from Hulao Pass had indeed emerged, their pace was slow, almost like they were sauntering forward, especially the few riders clearly leading, occasionally raising hands to signal halting, then looking over this way, seemingly judging who exactly they were.

The opposing side was indeed cautious.

Too cautious.

While Mu Xian was anxious and doubtful internally, the opposing side walked intermittently, reaching a distance of a hundred yards. Suddenly, Yu Wenye turned around, took the bow strapped to the horse’s back.

It’s the Divine Arm Bow!

Mu Xian’s heartbeat intensified immediately, but before he could say anything, Yu Wenye swiftly drew an arrow from the horse saddle, nocked it and upon hearing the "swish" sound, the arrow turned into a shooting star, flying forward.

A hundred yards away, a leading soldier in the cavalry troop fell upon being hit by the arrow.

Instantly, that troop panicked.

Not just because someone was hit by an arrow, they had numbers, even if attacked suddenly, a soldier’s instinct should respond by retaliating quickly or retreating to safety upon orders. But their panic was due to the distance between the forces—Yu Wenye actually hit them and struck precisely!

The opponent clearly realized this wasn’t something ordinary bows could achieve.

The archer, wasn’t ordinary either.

While the troop members frantically ran about, Yu Wenye remained composed, drawing two more arrows from the arrow tube, in a fluid motion releasing two consecutive shots, two more individuals fell from horses among the opposing forces.

The personal soldiers behind Yu Wenye couldn’t help but cheer: "Bravo!"

Now, they could hear terrified yet angry shouts from across.

At this moment, Yu Wenye set down the bow, pulled the reins, turned the horse around: "Let’s go!"

"Ah?"

Mu Xian was stunned, but finally, this ancestor agreed to leave, naturally he didn’t dare delay, hurriedly turned his horse, calling out loudly to the other soldiers: "Quick, quickly return!"

However, upon their departure, the hesitant Hulao Pass soldiers who had seen their brothers fall from arrows no longer hesitated, galloped forth in fury, as the distances between forces were just over a hundred yards. Once the horses charged, the distances quickly closed.

At this moment, everyone hurried frantically so their eyes turned red, striving to gallop away, but Yu Wenye remained unhurried, and told them upon returning: "Shoot!"

Only then did everyone realize.

The opponents approached, distances closed, they could now shoot arrows and hit the opposing side too!

Thus, Mu Xian and the other personal soldiers quickly drew their bows, expertly nocking arrows, and in an instant, over ten arrows shot forth like meteors, hearing cries of man and horse falling behind, Mu Xian rejoiced, just as he was about to turn back and speak to Yu Wenye, he saw him galloping ahead, reaching into his chest to pull out something.

That is—