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Several riders came into Wei Yuan’s view. They were all clad in red armor. One of them was holding up a banner bearing the name “Fu”.

Hsu Yi stood beside Wei Yuan and asked, “Are those King Fu’s men? Is the kid participating in the hunt as well? Why are his men here instead of doing their real jobs?”

Wei Yuan stroked his chin but did not answer. How was he supposed to know why King Fu’s men were wandering over here for no reason?

From a distance, Wei Yuan noticed that the scenery around those riders looked slightly distorted as if they were shrouded by vapor. It made their figures appear shadowy and indistinct.

They were just a few lowly soldiers, so Wei Yuan paid them no mind and said, “Ignore them.”

The riders had also spotted Wei Yuan’s camp. Most of them halted where they were while one galloped off at full speed. Moments later, he returned with over a hundred infantrymen. Judging by their uniforms, they also served King Fu. At first look, it seemed they were summoning reinforcements to bolster their courage.

Behind a hill at the far end of the flat terrain, thousands of Liao tribesmen were lying in ambush. Their leader carefully...