At this moment, it was the third hour of the night.
The moon was shrouded by thick clouds, and a few faint stars flickered. The Rouran Army Camp was still five miles away.
More than three thousand people dismounted from their steeds, tied their muzzles with cotton cloth to prevent the horses from neighing and alerting the opponent's sentries. A dozen shadows quietly sneaked over under the cover of darkness.
After waiting for less than an hour, a sudden crisp bird call was heard.
Yu Chong secretly let out a sigh of relief. This was the agreed-upon signal, indicating that the sentries ahead had been dealt with.
