"If we wish to trap General Chen in the military array, corner him to death on the spot, there must be a reason that compels you not to retreat. The current situation in Xingqing Prefecture is special, the foundation is not yet stable, and General Chen's forces are limited. The elite troops number only five to six thousand. If this elite force can be firmly locked down, it would compel you to fight and meet your end."
Chen Ping listened to Mei Yu's detailed narration by his ear, his mind already soaring high, viewing the distant scene through the eyes of the Little Cyan Bird.
From the corner of the right side of Youx Mountain, smoke and dust billowed, flags stood like a forest, a cavalry unit faintly emerged, charging forward like a dark cloud. Though more than ten miles away, the murderous aura was palpable.
