Luo Shi did not know that his family had collectively chosen a difficult road. He led the entire army of the Protectorate of the Western Regions on a campaign against the Dayuan Kingdom.
The army's main force consisted of three thousand Temple Army soldiers, who naturally wore no armor on the march. Every one of these burly men looked powerfully built. Their faces showed that they came from every ethnic group, even including Xiongnu who had previously lived in Hexi. Their expressions were stern, their glances imposing, their eyes like lightning. Mounted on horseback, they seemed at one with their steeds, and their movements were disciplined. At a glance, they were clearly the elite of the elite.
The Protectorate of the Western Regions might have lacked other things, but it had plenty of fine warhorses. Both the Marquis of Unshuang State and the Wusun Kingdom had vast grassland stud farms within their spheres of influence. With additional support from the military stud farms of the Hexi Corridor, every cavalryman had three horses, and even the infantry could ride to their destination before dismounting to fight.
Besides the Temple Army, more than thirty thousand Han Army soldiers from the protectorate joined the expedition, with armored troops making up a substantial proportion, along with tens of thousands of soldiers from allied kingdoms.
In terms of fighting strength alone, the Han Army was sufficient. The allies in the Western Regions mainly provided provisions and fodder and played a role in sieges. Warfare in the Western Regions was very different from warfare in the Central Plains.
Luo Shi commanded from the center, watching the army stretch into the distance until its ranks passed beyond the reach of his gaze.
Withdrawing his gaze, Luo Shi said gravely, "When we make camp today, tally the dead