The lone eagle circled the mountaintop, the world beneath engulfed in the desolation of war.
Compared to the earlier small probing attacks, this assault was extraordinarily fierce.
Archers, cavalry, infantry, shieldmen—all forming ranks and surging toward Suo Yue Ridge like an unstoppable tide. Armor shimmered coldly under the half-melted snow, and the dense crowd of soldiers, bathed in the evening glow, bristled with bloodlust...
"Children of Qi Country, surrender swiftly!"
"Come out and face death—"
The loudspeaker boomed at the front of the formation, shaking snow loose from the trees.
Almost simultaneously with the Yong Army's assault, a lone rider galloped into camp at full speed.
"Report!"
"The Yunchuan Army has split into two forces and is heading along the Lian River toward Bingzhou..."
A storm brews as the winds fill the pavilion.
Since Chunyu Yan chose to ally with Da Yong and stationed troops by the Lian River, Xiao Cheng had already received the news.
