Ehe and Shaoge had finished mustering their troops.
Ehe summoned a scout and asked, "Where is the Xiqi army now?"
The scout said, "They're already closing in on the Royal Court. They're no more than eight li away!"
"Eight li? And they're still marching? Afraid they won't die fast enough?"
Ehe chuckled, and the generals behind him began laughing one after another.
Shaoge threw up his arm and called out, "Everyone, the Xiqi scum have come to their deaths! We West Qiang have hundreds of thousands of elite warriors. We shall wipe them out in a single battle, then conquer Xiqi and seize all under heaven!"
At Shaoge's words, countless men roared, "Victory! Victory!"
It was not that they underestimated their enemy. Rather, during their earlier raids on Xiqi, its generals had performed abysmally. More importantly, Xiqi's horses were not as fast as theirs.
Whether skirmishing or pursuing, the Qiang enjoyed an overwhelming advantage. If the Xiqi army had stubbornly defended its positions, the Qiang would have had a hard time dealing with it. But for the Xiqi army to attack of its own accord was, in their eyes, no different from courting death.
Ehe and Shaoge shouted together, drew their sabers, and pointed them straight ahead, leading their tribesmen out to meet the enemy.
Before long, the two armies met.
"Charge!"
With a furious roar, Ehe charged at the head of his men toward the Xiqi army.
Battle cries shook the heavens as the Qiang behind him spurred their horses forward.
Nangong Shi commanded Xiqi's vanguard. The two forces crashed directly into each other and became locked in battle.
For the Qiang, this was a war of strategic significance. If they swallowed up Xiqi's entire hundred-thousand-strong army here, they could even drive straight south to attack Xiqi itself, further