The convoy advanced through the wind and rain.
When it reached a fork in the road, the convoy came to a halt.
Two paths lay before them.
The path on the right crossed a wide river. The only way to get across was a rope bridge.
But the rope bridge was ancient and dilapidated. It was uncertain whether it could support the weight of their many carriages and horses.
In comparison, the path on the left seemed much safer.
Li Cheng naturally chose the left path.
His trusted aide whispered a reminder.
"The last convoy transporting disaster relief supplies was ambushed by bandits on the left path."
Li Cheng: "..."
'Why didn't you say something so important sooner?!'
The aide explained.
"The left path passes through a valley."
"The valley is flanked by rocky mountains, with only a narrow road in the middle for passage."
"The last group transporting supplies was ambushed by bandits in that very valley. They suffered heavy casualties, and all the supplies were stolen."
