Night fell.
In Duobatuo's banner tent, the candlelight still blazed bright.
Wang Bin and Yang Zhengshan had brought a great army bearing down on them, making the entire Ke'ercha Clan feel a heavy pressure.
And according to the scouting during the day, Duobatuo already knew that the attacking army this time numbered roughly eight thousand to ten thousand, that all of them were cavalry, and that among them was the Anyuan City Garrison Battalion, which had smashed through eight clans in a row.
When scouts reconnoitered an enemy force, naturally they could not count heads one by one. They estimated troop strength according to the scale of the enemy's march, the number of banners, the area occupied by the camp, and analysis based on information obtained in advance.
Wang Bin and Yang Zhengshan had deliberately arrayed banners in great numbers and set up a large camp, very easily creating the illusion that their force was nearly ten thousand strong.
If Duobatuo had understood Chongshan Town East Route's forces well enough, he might have grown suspicious. Unfortunately, his understanding of Chongshan Town East Route was limited to the surface.
Chongshan Town East Route could indeed assemble an army of over ten thousand, but it did not have ten thousand cavalry.
"Banner Lord, why don't we go raid their camp right now!" Inside the tent, a burly man suggested.
"No!" Duobatuo refused without even thinking. "If you can think of it, they can definitely think of it too. If we go over now, we'll very likely be falling right into their trap."
Night raids had risks; action required caution.
On the surface, they were now conserving strength while waiting for a tired enemy, and a sudden attack might very well achieve an unexpected effect.
But Duobatuo felt that Wang Bin and Yang