Taking a deep breath, he resolved that today, he would show these utterly arrogant Yan people that Qian also had sons who dared to march north!
There was no need to observe any longer, nor to make any more elaborate plans. The enemy had too many flaws. This camp was practically a sieve. When faced with a sieve, there's no need for excessive thought—just tear it apart. For this northern expedition, he had one thousand of his own personal guard cavalry, plus another thousand he had begged his uncles to support him with. Before setting out, his own father had allocated another thousand elite cavalry to him.
With three thousand cavalry, if he couldn't even overrun this military camp, then he, Zhong Tianlang, might as well find a block of tofu and bash his head against it!
Perhaps the people in this camp never imagined that one day, the Qian State army would dare to march north, deep into their territory, to launch an assault against them.
