As the saying goes, the best-laid plans can be upended by a single change. General Zheng's divine assist from far away at Snow Sea Pass, like a butterfly flapping its wings to cause a tidal wave, had perfectly played into Lord Jingnan's arrangements at Wang River, making the unfolding situation incredibly advantageous for him.
Still the same Pixiu, still the same gilded armor, still the same frost-cold Kunwu knife, and still the same man charging at the very head of the grand army. Behind him were the two most elite and battle-hardened iron cavalry units in all of Yan.
A head-on charge, a direct and honorable battle—for the Yan Army, this was their inherent advantage! The Yan people possessed this confidence, and the Yan cavalry, this faith!
