Chapter 334: The Scoundrel Princess's Daily Loafing Chapter 334: Night Reconnaissance of the Nan Liang Army Camp

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

When the two reached the city gate, they dismounted swiftly and steadily. The soldiers guarding the city immediately stepped forward and blocked their path.

"Hand over your household registration!" the soldier said coldly, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Everyone entering the city must be inspected!"

Ai Jiao felt a bit nervous, his hand unconsciously gripping the reins. However, Yan Wang beside him remained unusually calm; he took out his waist token from his belt without changing expression and casually tossed it to the soldier.

"By order of General Yale, we have urgent matters to report. Move aside quickly!" Yan Wang's voice was not loud, but it carried an indisputable aura.

The soldier took the waist token and examined it carefully, seeing the mark of Nan Liang and some illegible characters engraved on it. He then looked at the Southern Liang Armor worn by Yan Wang and Ai Jiao, and his doubts lessened somewhat.

However, out of a sense of responsibility, the soldier still took out the waist token, preparing for further inspection.,

After all, General Yale's waist token was not something easily obtained; Yale generally only gave it to people he trusted. Anyone holding such a token was absolutely a person not to be trifled with.

He made a quick decision and hurriedly said, "I truly failed to recognize Mount Tai! Please, both of you, enter, please enter quickly!" After speaking, he hurriedly cleared the road and shouted loudly, "Pass!"

Seeing this, Yan Wang and Ai Jiao mounted their horses without hesitation and galloped toward the city like arrows leaving a bow.

Not long after, they arrived at an inn. The two dismounted and handed their horses to the shop assistant. Although they had already paid at another inn that morning, returning now might expose flaws, so they had to open a new room.

Fortunately, Yan Wang always carried enough banknotes whenever he went out, and he didn't care about this small amount of money. After getting the room, they had the shop assistant bring a table of sumptuous dishes.

Yan Wang and Ai Jiao sat opposite each other and began to eat heartily. While eating, they chatted.

Ai Jiao suddenly asked, "Wang, do you think we should go take a look at the Nan Liang Army?"

Yan Wang thought for a moment and replied, "That's not a bad idea, but I don't know how this Yale relates to other commanders. If we rush in, is there a risk of exposing our identities?"

"Then what should we do, Wang? We've come all this way, we can't just do nothing, right?" Ai Jiao looked at Yan Wang anxiously, seeming somewhat helpless about the current situation.

Yan Wang pondered for a moment and comforted him, "Don't be anxious. We just arrived today and don't know much about this place. Let's rest first and talk tomorrow. Tomorrow we can try to gather more useful information."

Although Ai Jiao was still somewhat unwilling, he knew Yan Wang made sense, so he nodded and stopped speaking. After eating hastily, they each returned to their rooms.

After this day, they were indeed exhausted. As soon as Ai Jiao lay down, it was as if all his strength had been drained, and he fell fast asleep. Yan Wang was no exception and soon entered dreamland.

However, just after the zi hour, when all was silent, Yan Wang suddenly woke from the bed.

He quickly put on a set of black night-walking clothes, moving agilely and lightly, like a night ghost. Then he used his superb lightness skill, flying toward the Nan Liang Army's camp like a bird.

Not long after, a brightly lit camp came into Yan Wang's view. In the camp, soldiers held torches while patrolling, their silhouettes especially conspicuous in the firelight.

Yan Wang carefully crouched on a large tree, quietly observing the movements in the camp.

After watching for a while, he gradually figured out the patrol pattern of the soldiers. It turned out that less than one hundred meters from the camp gate, there was a blind spot in the line of sight, a place the soldiers basically did not pass during patrols.

Just as two groups of soldiers were moving farther away, Yan Wang, like a ghost, flashed his figure and, like a swift wind, quickly used his lightness skill, rushing into the camp like an arrow with a whoosh.

His movements were light and agile, like a nimble swallow, and in an instant he had distanced himself from the patrol group.

Yan Wang followed not far behind the patrol group, carefully maintaining a certain distance to avoid being discovered. When he was about to reach where the patrolling soldiers would turn back, he quickly hid behind a nearby tent, held his breath, and quietly waited for the soldiers to leave.

When the soldiers' footsteps gradually disappeared into the distance, Yan Wang dared to slowly stand up from his hiding place and continue forward.

At this time, the entire camp was immersed in silence; everyone had entered dreamland, except for the occasional thunderous snoring that broke the silence.

Yan Wang moved soundlessly through the camp, like a cat walking at night, keenly observing the surrounding environment. His footsteps were light and silent, for fear of waking the sleeping soldiers.

As he walked, Yan Wang came before a larger tent. He stopped and listened closely; there was actually no snoring coming from inside the tent. His heart stirred, feeling that there might be something special inside.

Yan Wang without hesitation took out the dagger he carried, lightly cutting a small hole in the tent. He narrowed his eyes and looked inside through the small hole, seeing some bagged rice, flour, oil, and other daily necessities placed in the tent.

Seeing this, Yan Wang made a quick decision and decided to slip into the tent. His figure flashed, and like a ghost he quickly drilled into the tent.

After entering the tent, he did not rush to act but first groped around, discovering that besides rice and flour, there were also some vegetables.

Yan Wang muttered to himself: "These supplies should be important to them, right." Although he felt somewhat guilty, he knew his task was more important. So he said softly, "Sorry," and then moved several cardboard boxes placed nearby together.

Next, Yan Wang carefully searched the tent again to see if there were other flammable items. After searching, he confirmed these things were enough to start a big fire, and without hesitation he took out the fire starter he carried.

He blew lightly, and the fire starter instantly ignited a weak flame. Yan Wang carefully threw the fire starter toward the pile of cardboard boxes, and the flame quickly spread,.

Yan Wang dared not hesitate in the slightest; his figure flashed, and he slipped out.

However, he did not immediately flee like a frightened bird, but instead hurried toward the patrol blind spot while quickly taking out several fire starters from his bosom.

These fire starters seemed like magic tools in his hand; as he ran, they were thrown out one after another...