Northern Frontier!
Territory of Donghu!
Who knows where this place is exactly.
The vast army halts here for a temporary rest.
The soldiers eat their dry rations and drink water.
The warhorses graze on the grass.
"Shangjiangjun."
"It has been five days."
"Already three foreign tribes have been destroyed by our army."
"Our forces have killed countless enemies."
Zhang Han reported to Zhao Feng.
"Five days is enough for the King of Donghu to receive news."
"Next—"
"The King of Donghu will surely muster heavy troops to encircle and annihilate us," Zhao Feng said in a low voice.
"Shangjiangjun, what should our army do next?" Zhang Han asked.
"Do you know why I did not bring many troops?" Zhao Feng smiled.
"An army of ten thousand on this grassland desert is like grains of sand. And with all cavalry, under the command of Shangjiangjun, the foreign tribes cannot possibly encircle and destroy us."
