West of Ming, beyond the eastern passes of the Great Song Dynasty.
Banners stretched across linked camps, where hundreds of thousands of troops were stationed beneath an air of deadly solemnity.
These troops were the Western Expeditionary Army led by Sun Chengzong and Sun Chuanting, numbering five hundred thousand in total, all elite soldiers.
Moreover, various supply units continued to arrive one after another.
For this war, Ming had prepared for a prolonged campaign of bloodshed.
No matter what, they had to fulfill Yu Huatian's orders, destroy the Great Song Dynasty, then continue westward and unite the Divine Land!
And in this war between nations, their five hundred thousand troops were the key!
Inside the central command tent, Sun Chengzong gathered his deputy generals, who heatedly discussed how to fight this war.
Standing before the sand table, Sun Chengzong pointed at one of the cities and said, "Gentlemen, the Great Song Dynasty has now concentrated its main forces here, at Wuguan!"
"This is the first pass we must face in our westward campaign against Great Song, and the most important one."
"To resist our army, the Song State has been continually sending reinforcements to Wuguan."
"According to the latest intelligence, Wuguan's total strength now approaches a million. Almost all the Song State's troops have been transferred here."
"So for us, this will be an extremely difficult battle!"
At this, a deputy general rose and said proudly, "There is no need to worry, Commander. The Song State merely has money. How could its military strength compare to our Ming's?"
"What does it matter if they have a million troops? They are nothing but a disorganized rabble. How could they compare to our five hundred thousand elite soldiers?"
"I volunteer to lead the vanguard. Give me just two hundred thousand troops, Commander,