Lead-gray clouds hung low, and wild winds howled.
The two armies rapidly closed in, their scouts constantly racing back and forth with reports. The two sides met on the border wasteland.
Boom, rumble...
The Black Wolf Tribe numbered over ten thousand, with every man having at least two horses, and some even having three.
"Charge through them and crush them."
The Black Wolf Tribe had no intention of negotiating. They meant to destroy the Great Yan army with the force of rotten wood breaking apart, then sweep into Sweet Spring Commandery City like bamboo splitting before a blade.
The wealth of Sweet Spring Commandery City had made their eyes burn with envy for a long time. Now that the opportunity had finally come, every one of them was filled with greed.
"The grassland cavalry has begun its charge. How can the army possibly stop them?"
"It's over. These troops will be wiped out to the last man."
"Li Xuancang has harmed us terribly. He's dragged us down with him!"
"..."
The spectators' expressions changed as they condemned Li Xuancang with their pens and tongues.
If this army was lost here, the grasslanders would surely attack Sweet Spring Commandery City. Then they would all be in danger.
Gulp!
The earth shook and the mountains trembled as thousands upon thousands of troops charged forward.
Countless soldiers trembled all over, their minds blank. They could not even hold their weapons, and their bodies no longer obeyed them.
"What do we do? What do we do?"
"It's over. We're finished."
"We can't stop them."
"..."
Many soldiers had been stripped of their courage. There was only fear left in their hearts, not the slightest trace of fighting spirit.
"What are you afraid of? Do they have three heads and six arms?"
"They're flesh and