Chapter 1009: Night Raid!

Kong Fang explained solemnly, but unfortunately no one believed him; all around were muffled puffing laughs.

"My lord, it's really not like that!" Kong Fang blushed utterly.

Just thinking about doing that to a blanket in the middle of the night made him want to die.

Chen Wuji smiled and said: "Alright, alright, it's no big deal; we've all been through youthful recklessness, we can fully understand. But you really need to take a wife; setting aside the distant future, you should at least consider continuing the family line, and incidentally solve your nighttime problem."

"..."

The surrounding muffled puffing laughter was a bit hard to suppress.

Kong Fang took a deep breath and clenched his teeth tightly.

If it weren't the Marquis saying this, he would really want to rush over and fight desperately.

Slander!

This is pure slander!

……

Tonight's night is not too dark; the bright moon is lovely.

In an unpolluted environment, the moonlight is especially pure and can illuminate the earth like sunlight.

With nothing obstructing the view, even the road underfoot and the grass beside it can be seen clearly.

Such a scene, to city dwellers, would be considered fabricated nonsense if spoken aloud.

However, Chen Wuji had seen this in his previous life.

He lived in the countryside as a child, and at that time the nighttime moonlight was just like this.

Especially on summer nights.

During the day the weather was scorching and unbearable; people basically went to the fields at dawn when the sky was just light, returned home at noon, went out again in the late afternoon, and only returned home under the moonlight when it shone on the earth.

Chen Wuji as a child loved running to the fields at that time to find his family, seeking enjoyment different from daytime in the moonlit wheat fields; it was a wonderful feeling.

Under the hazy moonlight, everything familiar around him differed from daytime; even the roadside foxtail grass seemed to take on another form, everywhere revealing novelty.

A wisp of light smoke drifted from the corner of his mouth, swirling upward into the air.

Chen Wuji sat on the hillside, gazing leisurely and tranquilly at the mountains and waters before him, completely different from daytime; the wonderful, novel feeling of his childhood seemed to return.

"Marquis, go get some sleep; there's an old fellow keeping watch here, so even if the enemy had great abilities, they couldn't sneak into our camp silently." Lu San Ye's voice floated lightly from the treetops to one side.

He reclined sideways on the tree branches, like a retired old monkey, his posture lascivious yet relaxed and carefree, his whole body seeming to blend into the mountains, rivers, flowers, and grasses of this heaven and earth.

Chen Wuji lay on the grass with his hands behind his head, "I'm not worried about the enemy; I truly can't sleep, I have no sleepiness. After fighting for so long, my pre‑battle tension has long been cured."

"Uncle Lu, you don't need to worry about me; I'll go to sleep when I get tired. Or I could just lie down right here—heaven as my blanket, earth as my bed, Chang'e the fairy illuminating my dream, flowers, birds, grass, and trees accompanying my sleep."

Lu San Ye suspected the Marquis was still nervous, just putting on a brave front there.

After all, this battle differs from previous ones; there was no preparation, and we don't even know who the enemy is.

But he only muttered this to himself in his heart.

The Marquis's dignity still needs to be considered.

Although this Marquis is about the same age as his grandson, he cannot treat him with the attitude he uses for his grandson.

Lu San Ye muttered to himself, thinking of changing his posture, preparing to doze a little.

The Marquis, anxious and unable to sleep, being older, loses a day's sleep each day he stays awake; when he can sleep, he must do so promptly.

Suddenly, his ears twitched; he abruptly turned his head toward the east of Luoying Camp.

That was a stretch of gently rolling hills, a grassland extending from Yǐnmǎchuān; the scenery was superb by day, but at night it lost its color and gained a sense of oppressive heaviness.

"Marquis, if nothing unexpected happens, we might not get to sleep." Lu San Ye murmured.

Chen Wuji sprang up, "Really, an enemy army is coming?"

"To the east, the distance is still somewhat far; I only vaguely sense it, not clearly, but the scale is quite large—probably no less than thirty or forty thousand troops." Lu San Ye tilted his ear, sensing quietly, and spoke in a very faint voice.

"They seem to be all cavalry, their hooves wrapped in something, but it's odd…… Even with the wrapping, the hoof sounds remain heavy, as if bearing a heavy load."

Chen Wuji's deep gaze looked toward the east of Luoying Camp.

Even though he strained his eyes and saw nothing, and the wind brought no unusual sound, he glanced at Lu San Ye perched in the treetops like an old monkey, and felt a twinge of envy again.

As a transmigrator, he felt somewhat stifled.

The natives all seem to have cheat codes, able to fly at will, their senses like radar detecting the slightest movement for miles around; yet he, who clearly ought to be an outsider, still clings to past knowledge, racking his brain to maximize it.

Really……

To say more would just be a handful of bitter tears.

"Marquis, they're here!"

Lu San Ye's voice rang out again: "About thirty thousand troops, all cavalry, but the hoof movement feels a bit off—too heavy, not like ordinary warhorses."

Chen Wuji shouted down the slope: "Shi Yi Shu, stop hiding—act according to the plan!"

No matter how strange the enemy's warhorses are, this battle is destined to be fought.

Fight first, talk later.

Chen Li's silent voice sounded from below; he answered with an acknowledgment, then immediately began issuing orders to the left and right.

The camp below was very quiet, quiet as if only breathing remained.

But this was just for the enemy to see.

Chen Wuji gave a brief instruction, then relaxed his posture and looked again toward the east of Luoying Camp.

He finally could faintly see something.

On that grassland there was a dark cloud‑like mass moving slowly.

Their steps were very slow, like they were out sightseeing.

"Why do the warhorses' hoof sounds seem especially heavy?" Chen Wuji muttered softly.

Could it be because the enemy's warhorses are exceptionally large?

"Third Lord, can you confirm whether the Warhorse is carrying something, or if its unusually heavy sound is due to its own excessive height?" Chen Wuji asked.

Third Lord Lu thought for a moment, "I can't confirm this point, but I'm more inclined to think it's carrying something."

"Carrying something..." Chen Wuji muttered, patted his buttocks and walked down the slope.

The enemy has arrived; as this commander, he can't continue to admire the scenery on the hillside—it's time to go down and fight.

Just as he stepped into the gate, Chen Wuji's footsteps came to an abrupt halt: "Holy shit, could that be fully armored cavalry? Do the Uyghur People even have such a thing?"

This sudden thought made Chen Wuji's blood run cold by three-tenths.

Ordinary cavalry encountering fully armored cavalry merely trade heavy casualties for battle achievements.