The Four Nations Shift, Gathering at the Yellow River!

At last!

Even hidden behind the ghost mask, the Empress of Qianyuan's phoenix eyes still radiated a chilling, razor-sharp light.

Zhou Xuan involuntarily felt a chill run through him, as though he had been dropped into an ice cellar, and could not help shrinking back slightly.

The Empress's gaze swept across the sand table in the military camp!

Xu Province, Bo Province!

Both were vital strongholds of North Wind, yet they had now been abandoned, their armies retreating one after another to Yue Province.

Yue Province was mountainous and densely forested, with the Yellow River serving as a natural barrier. It was unlike the plains and hills of the other two provinces.

Wu Ying lightly unfurled the map, and the contours of both armies' deployments and the battlefield situation had already taken shape in her mind.

The generals under Qianyuan were all veterans of countless battlefields. Even now, they frowned deeply and muttered thoughtfully:

"North Wind actually intends to fight with its back to the mountains in Yue Province? This is rather strange..."

Having said that!

A flicker of doubt passed through his eyes. This arrangement seemed utterly out of place with the current situation.

"As the art of war says, one survives only after being driven into desperate ground; one endures only after being placed in the jaws of death."

A general spoke:

"North Wind has deployed in Yue Province, with the Yellow River's natural moat to its left, Mount Yue as its shield behind it, and the Zhi River to its right. In other words, neither flank need worry about attack."

"Yue Province's terrain is complicated and narrow, making it difficult to spread out a large army. Troops can only be sent into battle in batches. While this limits the deployment of forces, it also reduces the danger