Gu Shenwei changed direction again. Remembering Dugu Xian's suggestion, he decided to attack diagonally, charging through the corner of Luoluo's central army to avoid getting bogged down among the enemy.
Luoluo had already sent at least fifty thousand cavalry into the battlefield. How many troops remained in the central army? Where exactly were they? He had no idea. He could only use the sun's hazy position amid the windblown sand to roughly determine the direction of attack.
If Dugu Xian had been there, he would have categorically rejected this tactic. The larger the scale of a war, the greater the possibility of losing control. With orders failing to get through, soldiers on the same battlefield were already fighting on their own, let alone running wild with so little information.
The wind weakened slightly, and Gu Shenwei slowed down. Although his view was not especially broad, it was enough to see several miles ahead. He did not see an army, but he did see mountains.
Gu Shenwei could not tell whether he had led his troops too far south or whether the mountains simply jutted out here.
Only a little over six thousand soldiers remained in the Dragon Army. Every one of them was in high spirits, like a pack of hunting hounds setting out for the first time. What they needed was prey, not wilderness.
Gu Shenwei was certain of one thing: they had reached the rear of the enemy army. If they advanced westward along the mountain range, they would inevitably run into Luoluo's main force. As for whether that would be the central army, the left army, or some reserve force, they could only leave it to fate.
To give the horses a chance to rest, Gu Shenwei did not run too fast. Before long, he heard the