The carts scattered on the road had a better effect than anticipated.
The enemy troops in black hurried along the road and charged over with a swoosh.
Anning maintained his integration with the trees, waiting for the first cannon fire to start.
At that moment, a thought struck him: the French had also fought in Vietnam, should he teach these trees to speak Vietnamese, maybe he could scare someone to death across time and space...
The black-clad army began to enter the ambush zone, and Anning's voice tensed up for fear of any slip-up that might alert the enemy.
A few leaders of the black army, riding tall horses, passed by where Anning was hiding.
But they didn't stray too far from their squad, probably cautious and just monitoring Christina's small cavalry from a distance.
Through the leaves, Anning watched a guy who might be the enemy leader, likely a noble judging by his rank as a colonel.
