On the imperial road, the sound of horseshoes resounded incessantly as a group of five riders galloped at breakneck speed.
Leading the group was Jiang Beichuan, stationed in the southern border of Northern Zhou, guarding the Cangshui Pass against Daqian.
Despite the lack of warfare between Northern Zhou and Daqian over the years, due to Feng Tianming viewing Daqian as a hypothetical foe, the troops at Cangshui Pass were all top-notch and fierce soldiers.
Because of this, the position of General at Cangshui Pass had become coveted.
On Jiang Beichuan's journey to the Divine Capital to report on his duties, an assassination attempt crept up silently.
"Halt!" The charging horses slowed to a stop as Jiang Beichuan raised his hand to cease their advance, his tiger-like eyes staring coldly into the woods beside the road.
His deputy general and three guards also placed their hands on the hilts of their blades, vigilant and careful.
