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While Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling were chasing Tngri into the skies, seemingly rushing headlong into certain death at the feet of a divine being, Bo’e himself was still lounging in the encampment, leisurely waiting for Huangfu Qing’s attack.
From Huangfu Qing’s perspective, it was natural that Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling would pursue Bo’e. She, in turn, should have an easy time leading her army to breach the enemy encampment, only to fall into a trap.
But time passed, and Bo’e kept waiting.
And waiting.
No Han army arrived.
Confused, Bo’e extended his divine sense to investigate only for his eyes to nearly pop out of his skull.
The Han cavalry, who had supposedly set out on a rapid-strike mission with barely enough provisions for survival, had somehow produced an entire field of tents, palisades, and spiked barricades. Backed against the barren mountains, they were industriously fortifying a camp.
Where did all these supplies come from? Aren’t you guys supposed to be a mobile light cavalry unit riding deep into the Grasslands? How in the world did you manage to bring materials for freaking PALISADES? Just how the hell did you people carry all that?
The soldiers, who had been starving and parched just moments ago, now mysteriously found themselves holding dried meat, flatbread, and sacks of fresh water. They were eating and drinking...
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