Nine days had passed since the Northern Qiang scouts had been first spotted.0

Qi Anjiang stood on the low wall of North Watching Pass, gazing into the distance. He could see a dark presence amassing across the landscape, vast and seemingly endless.0

The Northern Qiang army had camped ten miles away.0

At this distance, it would only take a few strikes of the whip for the Northern Qiang cavalry to reach them.0

"Captain Qi…" A soldier next to Qi Anjiang stammered, his voice trembling. He looked at Qi Anjiang with a mix of fear and hope, as if seeking reassurance from him.0

Qi Anjiang looked down at the young soldier. He was barely more than a boy with a faint trace...0