The Eighth Year of Xuanhe, January 1st.
The cold wind howled, sweeping across thousand miles of land.
On the land of Hedong, whether it was the common people or the Imperial Army led by Xu Guozhong, they were immersed in the joy of the New Year.
Yet, on this joyous day of the New Year, the Loyalist Army launched a night raid against the Imperial Army stationed in Hedong.
No one expected this night raid, not even the Loyalist Army, because even they only found out about it an hour prior. At the time, they were still eating when suddenly a military command was issued from above, ordering a swift surprise attack.
By the time the Loyalist Army launched the surprise attack on the Imperial Army's camp, the war drums began to sound.
The Loyalist Army's battlefront and crossbowmen initially moved out, forming a tight formation of hundreds, advancing slowly.
Behind them was an endless army.
From a high vantage point, it looked like a slowly crawling ant colony, slow but unwavering.
