Chapter 969: No Eternal Victor

"Damn it! It's only a three-day round trip from here to General Wang's main camp on a fast horse, but now four days have passed, the Tang Army must have ambushed our messengers!"

Meng Yi was right; all the messengers he had sent out at different times had, without exception, died under the arrows of Wu Zhao. Now, Wu Zhao was widely known in the Tang Army as a divine archer, never missing a shot, a true example of infallibility.

While Meng Yi was swearing in his commander's tent, you had already quietly approached with ten members of the Death Squad.

On the way here, you had not killed anyone; instead, you had infiltrated by blending with the darkness of the night and exploiting the gaps in the patrol schedules of the soldiers. Around Meng Yi's commander's tent were eight tents, each surrounded by about twenty Qin Soldiers.

These Qin Soldiers were very special; you could even sense the sharp murderous aura emanating from them—they were elite troops!