He turned around to face Tonglong, who was riding high atop his stallion. The horse's pitch-black coat glistened in the midday sun. “Do you recognize any of those voices?” Ying asked. “Yes,” Tonglong said. “Some of the voices belong to Commander Woo's unit, and some belong to the soldiers you sent with Captain Yue. The two groups must have rendezvoused.” “I agree,” Ying said. “It's a good thing we left Cangzhen when we did. It sounds like a monkey troop is getting the best of them. I believe I heard Captain Yue shriek like a woman a moment ago.” Ying shook his head. “I had a hunch those two would somehow botch this assignment. Stay here while I investigate. When your unit catches up, have them prepare their qiangs. Perhaps we'll have monkey stew tonight.” “What do you intend to do?” Tonglong asked. “I'm not sure,” Ying replied. “But whatever it is, you can bet it will be something … educational.” He smirked. Tonglong shifted in his saddle. Two soldiers carrying a long pole approached from behind Tonglong.
