As Long Bo Khan's great army pressed southward, they continued to clear out the other tribes along the way.
On the other side, Xing Luohou was also consistently gathering a large army.
Eventually, both forces converged around Wanmu Plain.
Zhang San quickly arrived with his troops.
At this moment, the great battle was about to commence.
Zhang San approached Xing Luohou, who was commanding from a hill, looked towards the so-called Wanmu Plain, and asked, "Isn't this place called Wanmu Plain? Where are the trees?"
Xing Luohou pointed towards the thousand makeshift wooden war chariots that the Tujue had hidden behind the hill and said, "They're all over there!"
Zhang San smirked, not expecting the Tujue's actions to be so swift.
Though it was normal, considering that many northern tribes had been driven here by Long Bo's army; there was indeed an abundance of free labor now.
"Zhang San, do you think we can win this battle?"
