"Wait a moment."
"They can't hold on."
"Then..." Zhang Jue also leaned in, hesitated for a moment, and didn't speak, but instead cast a worried glance toward the northwest.
Gu Yan knew what he was worried about.
The rear.
...
Hedong Road, Fen River Valley.
The strategy of Temujin had already commenced.
The thirty thousand elite Mongolian cavalry led by Borchu passed through the Taihang Mountain passes like phantoms, suddenly appearing on the relatively peaceful lands of Hedong.
They did not attack large cities, instead, they raided everywhere.
An important transshipment hub for grain, the Jinyang Granary, was engulfed in thick smoke.
The defending army was weak, and under the storm-like arrows and assaults of the Mongolian cavalry, they collapsed instantly.
The mountain of stored grain was set ablaze, the flames lighting up half of the sky, and illuminating the dust kicked up by the Mongolian cavalry as they left after the raid.
