Chapter 437

"Warriors, the Great Qin plundering is about to begin!"

"As long as you capture a large number of slaves to take back, you can enjoy glory and wealth!"

"Great Qin slaves, tremble!"

"Are you all ready?"

Modu gives a pre-battle pep talk.

The cavalry respond loudly to Modu's words.

"Rob all! Kill all! Burn all!"

"Rob all! Kill all! Burn all!"

"Rob all! Kill all! Burn all!"

The cavalry shout loudly.

The momentum is truly incomparably grand.

That fanatical appearance has quite a crazy air to it.

Soon the cavalry quiet down.

At this time.

Luo Huan rides his horse close to Modu.

"Your Highness, something seems wrong."

Luo Huan's voice is not loud.

He is afraid the cavalry in front will hear.

"What is it?"

Modu looks at Luo Huan in confusion.

"The scouting cavalry we sent out have not returned yet."

Sending cavalry to scout the path was Luo Huan's idea.

Therefore, those cavalrymen are also under his command.

But quite a while has passed.

Yet not a single one of those cavalrymen has returned to report.

He had sent out ten cavalrymen all at once.

No matter what, at least a few people should have returned to report the situation ahead, right?

This is somewhat illogical.

When he sent the soldiers out, he had said they should return from time to time to report the situation.

"Could it be that they felt it was safe and ran too far, so they haven't returned?"

Modu frowns; the plundering is about to begin.

He hopes nothing goes wrong at this time.

Luo Huan frowns, a bad omen appearing in his heart.

"This... the possibility is not high."

"Even if it is safe ahead, they should return to notify us!"

"But not a single person has returned; there might be some change in the situation!"

Luo Huan voices his inner worry.

Modu ponders for a while, then raises his head to look at Luo Huan.

He says with a gloomy face: "Scout again!"

"The great army shall stop here for now; if there are any accidents, retreat immediately!"

Modu is not stupid; if there is an accident and they still deepen inside.

That would just be courting death.

Luo Huan again orders ten cavalrymen to go ahead and scout the path.

He tells them to be absolutely sure to pay attention to safety.

No matter what, they must return to report.

They must not disappear without a trace like the previous ten people.

He hopes he is just overthinking it!

Modu also stops talking.

He just quietly watches the cavalry riding away.

He doesn't know what he is thinking in his heart.

Until he waits until he is almost out of patience, yet he still doesn't see the cavalry return to report.

A bad haze begins to grow in his heart.

The remaining cavalry are also somewhat at a loss.

Since the scouting cavalry haven't returned, they dare not act rashly.

Who knows what might be ahead?

Modu becomes somewhat impatient with waiting.

Could it really be a trap?

But this trap is a bit too big, isn't it?

Letting hundreds of thousands of corvée laborers disperse to set up a trap?

He feels this thought is too ridiculous.

Modu is incomparably irritable at this moment.

The road ahead is unknown; is he to retreat after finally getting in?

Just as Modu is caught in a dilemma.

At this very moment.

Movement finally comes from the front.

They see one scouting cavalryman riding his horse and running back rapidly.

"Your Highness, it's bad!"

Upon hearing this, Modu feels terrible all over.

Could there really be a trap ahead?

Where are the people?

Why has only one cavalryman returned?

Has something happened?

"What are you panicking for?"

"What is there to make such a fuss about?"

"Speak slowly!"

Luo Huan scolds him.

At this moment, his mood also becomes somewhat heavy.

He hopes no accidents occur.

After the cavalryman stops, he bows to Modu.

"Your Highness, the soldiers we sent to scout the path have gone missing for some reason."

"The soldiers who went to scout before were also not found; I don't know where they went."

"The people we just sent also disappeared without a trace; I searched in a hurry but couldn't find them."

"It's as if they went missing, as if they never appeared at all."

"So I hurried back to report."

The cavalryman's voice trembles, as if he had encountered a bizarre event.

Out of twenty people, only he returned.

How could this not make him afraid?

"Missing?"

"Disappeared?"

"Gone?"