Li Zhaowen's voice is clear and sharp, but the weight in his words is like a sword drawn from its sheath. Even the likes of the Turkic Great Khan and an old general like Mu Zhahe couldn't help but furrow their brows.
Eight thousand armored troops and thirty thousand heavy cavalry.
This configuration absolutely cannot be considered weak.
In fact, it is an extremely formidable force in this world!
Even if what they lead is the Iron Futu, the King of Heavy Cavalry, facing Li Guanyi when Li Zhaowen, as commander, leads ten times the manpower difference, the advantage brought by sheer numbers will completely disappear.
If both sides fight to the death, it is almost impossible for Li Guanyi to remain.
Mu Zhahe fell into silence. As an old general in the army, he naturally understood the shift in circumstances. But he was also the Great Khan's brother, his subject, so he did not speak, merely directing his gaze to that brave man.
