Together, a roaring fire. Scattered, a sky full of stars.
Fengzhou's climate was hot, humid, and rainy. Not only was its grain production high, but its jungles were also vast and numerous.
Although the Rebel Army lost the three cities they had fought so hard to capture, by breaking up into smaller units, they gained immense strategic depth.
Against the Yaoqing Imperial Court's fifty-thousand-strong army, the Rebel Army stood no chance in a conventional war of sieges and territorial conquest.
Defeat would have been a foregone conclusion.
But now that the Rebel Army had retreated into the high mountains and dense, miasma-filled jungles, the tables had turned. The enemy was in the open while they were in the shadows. Suddenly, the tens of thousands of soldiers under Harqin's command seemed far from enough.
