The Eagle-Raising Commandant's Division!
Its authorized strength was twelve hundred men, including three hundred Dare-to-Fight Warriors. The Dare-to-Fight Warriors wore full armor, even rattan face guards specially made by the Luo Clan. Their numbers might seem small, but war had never been a simple game of numbers.
Li Shimin had launched a surprise attack with three thousand men of the Black Armored Army and captured two kings beneath Hulao Pass. Li Jing had destroyed the Turkic empire with three thousand elite cavalry. As long as one did the right thing at the right moment, any miracle was entirely possible in ancient warfare.
Luo Wuji looked up at the sky, then out over the boundless grasslands. At their far end stood the Yin Mountains, with forests and lakes at their feet. The climate there was warm. As one of the Xiongnu's sacred mountains, they had nurtured countless children born in winter.
The Xiongnu of this era could sustain such a large population precisely because the warm, fertile Hetao and Yin Mountains had nurtured countless Xiongnu. If they lost these places, infant mortality would probably rise sharply, and all those children born in winter would die in the bitter winds from the far north.
This was probably another little-known fact: the grasslands were not all endless stretches of grass. There were forests and lakes as well. The taller the mountains and the more snow they accumulated, the more lakes and rivers there were.
This was true not only of the Xiongnu grasslands. In the Western Regions, terrain such as the Tianshan Mountains made it even more pronounced.
Spirit soldiers could not speak and only obeyed orders, but the Dare-to-Fight Warriors naturally had questions to clear up. The father of the Dare-to-Fight Warrior who had followed Luo Wuji to the grasslands this time