In a month and a half, a wall stretching for dozens of miles was built, with one side connected to the glacier on the Snow Mountain.
The once-proud buffer zone of the Northern Xiongnu King was now almost entirely in tatters. Given the sparsely populated grasslands over hundreds of miles, resupply was challenging, leaving it barren and making the sudden appearance of Great Qin's light cavalry easily noticeable. Yet, in the face of such a direct advance along the battlefront, it was extremely fragile.
Sima Cuo stood outside the central army tent, looking up at the Northern Xiongnu Holy Mountain, which was getting closer.
This commander, known for his steadiness during the chaotic battles of the Seven Kingdoms, spent over twenty years, possibly achieving the rank of First Rank, or even becoming a Duke of a different surname, to secure great victories for centuries. His eyes remained calm.
