A hundred miles away, in a camp.
Jiang Hong, one of the four Commanders of Hanyun Valley, stared at the Map of Mountains and Rivers on the wall, quietly listening to his adjutant's report. Finally, he nodded. "Notify the troops. Send tens of thousands to hold them off. The rest are to remain in place for now."
"Commander, those tens of thousands will probably…"
The adjutant, Huo Long, started to speak, but Jiang Hong cut him off. "They're facing a million Martial Guards with overwhelming momentum. Isn't it perfectly normal for tens of thousands to die?"
"Besides, we don't have to take the blame for this. We'll pin it all on the War God of the State."
"As long as we bring him down, we stand to gain the most."
Huo Long grinned. "The Commander is right!"
"Oh, right." Jiang Hong turned, glancing at his wristwatch. "When will he arrive?"
"No news yet. By the looks of it, it should be this afternoon."
