Helan Tie gave a light cough and said:
"Your Grace, Na Hachu has played his first card. He never expected us to be prepared. Now that he has found our supplies tightly guarded and our formations unshaken, he will certainly change his tactics."
Zhao Feng's gaze passed over the battlefield toward the distant depths of the valley, shrouded in dusk. The sun had already sunk toward the west. Orange-red light filtered through the haze of dust into the valley, staining the scattered corpses and broken weapons a tragic, dark gold.
"Then let him change them," Zhao Feng said. His voice was quiet, yet seemed to rise from somewhere deep within him. "He can play his cards, and I will make my moves. Let us see whose hidden hand runs out first."
"He does not have many cards. He only has so many troops," Qin Zhongwu added.
"Next is the Wolf Tribe's stronghold, Gulda City. I do not believe they will defend it to the death."
"Oh?" Zhao Feng looked at the battle-hardened old general.
"The Bear Tribe is the main force on the eastern grasslands. Na Hachu will naturally not commit his limited main forces to Gulda City. He will deploy them at his own tribe's stronghold, Soqin City."
Zhao Feng nodded.
"You have a point, General. But I do not think they will abandon Gulda City lightly. It is the Wolf Tribe's stronghold, after all. If they lose it too easily, they will have no way to answer to the Great Khan. So while they may not defend Gulda City to the death, I fear we will still have a hard battle there."
Qin Zhongwu and Helan Tie nodded slightly. Just what awaited them at Gulda City?
Everything remained unknown.
Once the last embers of the battle in Karhun