Usually, Xia Jinyuan had his own arrangements when it came to conducting a military action. Rather than answer this girl right away, he silently looked at her eyes that contained persistence and coldness.
Perhaps his longtime silence made her nervous. She spoke again anxiously, "If they climb over here, they will reach Goat Horn Creek, and across the creek, they will make it to the main street. Captain Xia, if you believe me, please follow me this way."
Because Ye Jian had been racing to catch up with them, her forehead was red and swollen, and tiny drops of blood were oozing from her face due to being scraped by the bush leaves. But the gaze in her eyes was still unwavering and persistent. Just like a young tree rooted on the edge of a cliff, no peril or danger could compromise her confidence.
