HYAH! HYAH!
Dust swirled furiously as warhorses whinnied. The Red Blood Iron Cavalry charged out of Nanyang City, bound straight for Black Wind Valley!
One hour later, the Nanyang Guard arrived at Black Wind Valley.
The landscape stretched out before them, an endless vista of towering mountains, treacherous ridges, and strange, precipitous peaks that rose and fell in undulating waves.
Before one of these peaks, several hundred members of the Nanyang Guard stood, their cold gazes fixed ahead, thick with killing intent.
At the head of the group, Di Xuan glanced into the distance and said, "Black Wind Valley is inside Black Wind Gorge. The terrain is perilous—easy to defend and difficult to assault. If we travel by air, we'll be too conspicuous and will likely alert the bandits. There are, however, two roads leading straight there, which would allow for a surprise attack."
"And what two roads are those?" Tan Zhengqing asked.
