Several fast horses galloped towards Wu City, led by a robustly clad figure draped in a dark cloak embroidered with a mighty eagle, his face full of determination and urgency.
"Young General, the post station is just ahead. Shall we resupply a bit? Our water bags are empty." One of the horses caught up to ride alongside the leader, shouting.
They had been riding for nearly a day and a night, with less than an hour of total rest. Everyone was exhausted but dared not voice it.
Because the Young General was rushing to meet their lifesaver.
Quan Jing raised a hand to his brow and glanced at the position of the sun, said, "Let's fill the bags and have some hot lamb soup. Quan An, run ahead and have them prepare."
Upon receiving the order, Quan An raised his whip, darting forward like an arrow.
