In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
And in these three days, whether it was the Northern Expedition Army of the Central Plains, or the several hundred thousand troops remaining to the three Great Royal Courts, there was no further movement; everyone knew very clearly.
The real great battle was about to arrive!
No one dared to slack off, and no one dared to take it lightly.
This was a true life-and-death decisive battle; the outcome would determine the future stance between the Central Plains and the Grassland.
If the Grassland won, they could still hold the Grassland, accumulate strength, and wait for a future opportunity.
If the Central Plains won, they would completely suppress the Grassland, pressing them down for at least several hundred years so they could not lift their heads, just like Grand Ancestor Chu a thousand years ago.
The north wind howled, icy to the bone.
