"Knight Blund, do you see that crack to the west? Lead the Eighth Echelon around behind it and encircle that cavalry unit from the flank." Freya suddenly turned around and looked toward the shattered glaciers in the west as she spoke to Blund beside her. The shattered glacier rose and fell unevenly as it cut across the entire snowfield, reflecting the sunlight after noon and glittering beneath the ice. Blund looked in that direction, somewhat confused. "Why? We won't be able to catch them from there."
"Yes, Knight Blund. Your task is to force them to change direction and make those halflings flee north—preferably northeast," Freya replied.
"What's to the east?" Blund was startled and instinctively looked in that direction, but in his field of vision, the east was just as boundless a glacier as the north. The glacier's edge gleamed beneath the clear sky like the edge of a mirror, stabbing painfully at his eyes. He could not help narrowing his eyes, feeling suspicious.
"Blund, it's the wind." Xiao Peiluo, riding on horseback, seemed to realize it. "The wind direction. The wind is blowing from the northwest."
No one present was a fool. Blund immediately understood. He watched the ice dust raised by the wind slowly move across the glacier toward them, and for a moment, he was filled with amazement. The wind was blowing from the northwest, which meant there might be a mountain pass in that direction, while the north and east were very likely the direction of a valley. Such things had never been taught in the nobles' tactical classes and could only be considered common knowledge. But being able to notice and use this point so keenly to make a judgment was not something everyone could do.
"That fellow ahead may have noticed this long