"That..."
Zhong Wuxin voiced her concerns, "With the decisive battle tomorrow, can he use it?"
"I am not versed in divination, how could I predict the future?"
Han Xiang withdrew the chess piece he intended to place down, and said indifferently, "Then let's first wait and see how he makes his move."
...
The next day.
5 a.m to 7 a.m.
"Woo——"
"Rumble rumble——"
The horn sounded piercingly through the heavens and earth, and the beating war drums vibrated as if an Earth Dragon were turning over.
At the break of dawn.
The West Qi Army took the initiative to attack!
Three hundred and fifty thousand troops, maintaining their formation, surged like a covering tide towards the Dasheng supervising army; although the latter were outnumbered, they showed no fear, and under the command of the battle flag, they charged headlong into the towering waves.
They split into three military formations.
The right army carried a sandstorm and a boundless killing intent.
