"Rest for a moment. Water the horses, stay alert."
The command was concise and forceful. The Iron Scale Army knights dispersed in a well-trained manner, with some dismounting and leading their warhorses towards a nearby stream, while others automatically formed a defensive circle, hands on sword hilts or spear shafts, vigilantly watching the surroundings, especially the dark forest.
Chen Yi also dismounted, stretching his somewhat stiff muscles. He walked over to Qin Qingluo's horse and whispered, "This forest is a bit too quiet."
Qin Qingluo didn't look at him, her gaze still locked on the depths of the forest, only giving a faint "Hmm" in response. Apparently, she had also sensed something amiss.
Just then,
"Kill—!!"
A hoarse roar suddenly erupted from the forest! Following that, dozens of figures wielding "weapons" charged out.
They were wielding hoes, sickles, sharpened wooden sticks, and even stones.
