"Heavy Cavalry?"
Just as the front lines had devolved into a sea of blood, the message finally reached the rear in the Central Army Tent. Xiao Yuansui's face remained somber, even as he stepped to the front of the tent—the sunlight on his face did nothing to dispel the deep gloom that enveloped him.
"Heavy Cavalry..."
After repeating these four words once more, he furrowed his brow and looked at the third soldier who had come to report: "How many heavy cavalry does he lead?"
The soldier replied, "He brought about over a thousand troops."
"Oh..."
Upon hearing the number, Xiao Yuansui's eyes were still shadowed, but his brow relaxed slightly, and even Hua Ziyang and Shi Yutao unconsciously exhaled a breath of relief. But then, the soldier continued, "There are two other contingents also attacking us."
Upon hearing this, the crowd widened their eyes: "Two other contingents?"
The soldier nodded: "Yes, also heavy cavalry, each with close to a thousand men."
Xiao Yuansui gasped.
