"Just behind this mountain, I saw many Red Tassel Spears and immediately ran back,"
Old Uncle Qiu stood up abruptly, "Whose army is it? Did you see their banners?"
Qiu Da shook his head repeatedly, "I couldn't make it out clearly. As soon as I saw a large number of Red Tassel Spears, I retreated right away."
"We should leave this place and then make a long-term plan," Bai Junjun felt intuitively that staying would lead to trouble.
After all, with an army present, there must be scouts around. They could sneak up on us at any moment.
Old Uncle Qiu, reminded by this, quickly regained his wits, "Right, right, right, let's pull back first."
Knowing there was an army ahead, they absolutely couldn't get any closer, or they would likely die a hundred times over.
As everyone turned the carriages around, they feared making the slightest sound, wishing they could just lift and carry them away silently.