Su Ran sat atop his tall warhorse, his brows knitted tightly together like two craggy mountain peaks, his expression heavy with gravity. His mind raced like a high-speed, precision instrument, thoughts and strategies flashing through his consciousness like electrical currents. He found himself in a desperate dilemma; he knew that to retreat now would be to grant the mysterious transnational organization a moment to catch its breath. They would surely use this respite to regroup and stockpile their strength, eventually posing an even more intractable threat to the Great Qing and the other nations—a ticking time bomb of terror waiting to shatter the peace. Yet, to pursue them rashly and plunge headlong into a trap would be to see the years of blood, sweat, and sacrifice by the Allied forces rendered utterly meaningless.
In this moment of life and death, following a brief but intense period of reflection, Su Ran’s gaze hardened. He made a resolute decision to seek victory within the danger itself. Realizing that he had already seen through the enemy’s malicious intent and their layout of the trap, he decided to turn the tables and use their own scheme against them. On the surface, he feigned falling into their snare, ordering the pursuing forces to press forward, while in reality, he was secretly executing a series of clever and meticulous maneuvers.
Su Ran carefully selected a unit of elite cavalry. Like a sharpened dagger, they slipped silently toward the other side of the v…
Chapter 85