Everyone was utterly stunned. The Han Army numbered over a hundred thousand, and the Xiongnu were likewise vast in number. Who knew how far the formations of the two sides stretched? Yet now?
One man and one carriage had actually appeared on the Hills between the two armies. How had he gotten there?
Everyone had the same question, but no one knew the answer.
Luo Ling stood atop the high Hills, countless gazes converging on him. Because of the distance, many could not make out his face.
They only felt that figure was cold and solemn to the extreme, his presence so powerful that no one could ignore him. As they stared, their eyes even began to ache and shed tears.
The restless horses were gradually soothed, and everyone stared at Luo Ling in astonishment and uncertainty.
From his high vantage point, Luo Ling could see everyone below clearly. He had traveled all the way from Zhao City to this place, considering what he should do.
The simplest method was to enter the Han Army now, take control of it, and become its commander. He had united the Feudal Lords to destroy Qin back then; this was precisely his forte. His military strategy was more than sufficient to handle the present situation. If the Xiongnu Chanyu was even stubborn enough to abandon the advantage of his cavalry, Luo Ling could give him a taste of the Luo Clan's might.
But that would not do!
If Luo Ling entered the Han Army now and could directly control the court's forces without the emperor's Tiger Tally, what consequences would that bring?
The emperor would certainly reward Luo Ling lavishly for saving countless soldiers of Great Han.
And then?
The outcome went without saying.
This was a Pandora's box. As the man who