After resting for the night, by the break of dawn the next day, as soon as the sky started to lighten up, Yang Mingzhen dispatched two thousand light Cavalry Scouts to survey the surroundings.
As daylight grew, after the soldiers have donned their Iron Armor, a troop of light cavalry rode back from the southeast direction at a gallop.
"Report, there's a tribe fifteen miles to the southwest!"
"How large is it?"
"It's not too big, should be around two to three thousand people," the light Cavalry Scout replied.
Yang Chengze cracked a smile and said, "What are we waiting for then? Brothers, follow me and let's attack."
With his command, the soldiers from the right camp began to cry out, one after another, urging their horses towards the hills below.
Thousands of iron-clad cavalrymen poured down like a torrent, powerfully making their way towards the southeast.
"General, what about us?" the soldiers of the Left Camp asked, looking to Yang Mingzhen, waiting for his command.
