The military commander exclaimed in surprise, "Could they be troops from Shangjun?"

"Impossible! Ten thousand troops from Shangjun came from the Hetao region, but they stopped advancing when they reached Pishi in Xihe County!"

"I've sent out scouts day and night to monitor their movements, but there's been no sign of them being moved! It's even less likely they'd appear on the banks of the Fen River!"

Hua Xiong looked incredulous.

"General, according to you, does this mean that Prefect Dong Yue of Hedong has turned against the governor and is now opposing him?" the military commander asked again.

"That's even more impossible. Prefect Dong is a relative of the Governor, how could he possibly betray him? Unless..."

“Unless something…” Military Commander looked uneasy.

“Unless Hedong has already fallen into his hands, and Prefect Dong has been defeated or killed in battle,” Hua Xiong said slowly.

"His hand? You mean, the prince from the Hetao region?"

"It must be one of his men. This is bad. If the army of the King of Yunzhong occupies Hedong, we will not go to Chengan County!"

"Then... what should we do?" The military commander was immediately flustered.

Hua Xiong's face darkened, and he spurred his horse, sword in hand: "Now, we have no choice but to fight."

"Only after defeating them can we decide whether to continue to Hedong or retreat back to Taiyuan."

After saying this, Hua Xiong raised his broadsword and shouted, "Brothers, follow me and fight your way out!"

The remaining 1,700 cavalrymen, seeing Hua Xiong's banner moving, hurriedly braved the arrows to gather around Hua Xiong!

"rush!"

Hua Xiong took the lead and charged out.

Seventeen hundred cavalrymen followed closely behind, like a dragon in the sea!

snort!

"It's like throwing an egg against a rock. I'll teach him a lesson in the power of the hook-and-sickle spear!"

Across from him, the young general, wielding a pumpkin-sized iron hammer, snorted and let out a contemptuous sound.