"Old Feng, you and Miss Yue take some men into the valley and bring Mu Anbang and the others out."

Feng Qizheng nodded. "Yes!"

Lei An went carefully through the Zhaohe army's camp, and there were indeed a few fish that had slipped the net hiding inside it.

Not a word was wasted. They were cut down on the spot.

Ning Chen's order had been to leave no one alive.

With the camp cleared, Ning Chen went to Banyuan Guangxi's tent to rest.

Lei An reported that apart from the weapons, the Zhaohe army's full armor and its grain and fodder all seemed to have come out of the Great Xuan.

Ning Chen's face darkened. There was no need to guess: all of it had been supplied by that old rogue Prince Rui.

Lei An said, "General, besides the grain and fodder they have several thousand sets of brand-new full armor and campaign boots."

"Any gold, silver or jewels?"

Lei An shook his head. "None found so far!"

"What about warships? They could not have made that raid without warships, and there are the warships they took off Mu Anbang. Those have to be found."

There was a map in the tent. Ning Chen went over and studied it for a while. "This tributary is the nearest to us. If I have it right, the warships are moored here."

Lei An came up for a look. "This officer will send men to scout it at once."

Ning Chen was about to nod when shouts of alarm went up outside, and the horses would not stop screaming.

That brought both men up short, and they were on their way out when a Ning'an Army soldier ran in with panic all over his face. "Gen— General... There are a lot of monsters out there."

Monsters?

Ning Chen was at a loss. Where would monsters come from?

"Come on. Let's see."

Ning Chen went outside, and the sight of it startled him too.

Crocodiles past counting — there was no telling where they had come from — were tearing at the Zhaohe army's…