"Xiangshu Village direction? Are you sure?"
Cléante looked at the refugee in front of him in surprise, while the refugee timidly glanced at the scout beside him.
The scout immediately stepped forward and said, "Boss Cléante, I've checked, there are indeed wheel traces and footprints there. They tried to cover them up, but I found them anyway."
"Good, once this is over, you'll receive an extra pay."
"Toot toot toot." Cléante blew his copper whistle immediately, "Get up, you slackers, no more resting."
The mountain mercenaries resting by the King's Path rose reluctantly, dragging themselves into formation.
"Marching at night..."
"It's so dark, those country bumpkin villagers surely can't move now. Let's pursue them in the morning."
"Yeah, they're probably resting too, it won't make a difference."
But the mountain mercenaries' complaints did not sway Cléante's determination in the slightest; he whipped the lazy mercenaries to get them moving.
