It was not only the Thousand Commander who was puzzled; the soldiers under his command felt the same.
What bordered Jincheng to the west was not Daning Prefecture, but the foreign lands of the Northern Frontier—the Tatars' territory.
According to the military reports, the Tatars were already too preoccupied to save themselves. It was impossible for them to send troops to reinforce Naha Chu.
"Entire army, stay alert! The moment the enemy draws near, loose your arrows!" the Thousand Commander shouted.
"Yes!"
The many Ming Dynasty soldiers answered in unison.
Though the sight of countless warhorses charging toward them filled them with fear, they were soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. They knew no fear.
Even if enemies stood before them, there was only a fight to the death.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
As the hoofbeats drew closer and closer, the thousand Ming Army soldiers could already see the spectacle of ten thousand horses galloping before them—a true tide of iron cavalry sweeping forward.
At that moment, the charging herd finally appeared clearly before the Ming Army soldiers' eyes.
"Something's wrong."
"Why are so many of those warhorses riderless?"
The Thousand Commander stared hard and noticed that many of the warhorses charging ahead had no riders. They seemed to be following the other horses onward.
And then!
At the heart of that thundering mass of horses, a blood-red battle banner flew high in the air.
Upon that banner, a massive character—"Ming"—fluttered in the wind.
This was the Ming Dynasty's military banner—its battle banner.
"Do not loose your arrows!"
"That is our Ming Dynasty's battle banner!"
"They are not enemies. They are soldiers of the Ming Dynasty!"
Seeing this, the Thousand Commander immediately shouted.
He ordered every soldier to lower their bows.
"Thousand Commander."
"How could the Ming Dynasty possibly