This sudden and severe weather had a huge impact on both sides of the standoff and disrupted the balance of power on the battlefield.
Wuzhu stood outside the royal tent, gazing at the twilight sky and swirling dust, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He knew his chance had come!
Such weather conditions greatly limited the range and accuracy of the Fengtian Army's crossbows and also interfered with their flag-signaling and command.
However, the impact was relatively small on the Northern Di cavalry, who were accustomed to fighting in sandstorms.
"Even the Eternal Heaven is helping us!"
Wuzhu suddenly turned around and roared at the assembled generals, "Order the entire army to have a hearty meal before battle! At midnight tonight, the whole army will launch an attack!"
"Target—Feng Army Central Camp!"
He decided to take advantage of the weather to launch an unprecedented night raid and all-out attack during the sandstorm!
This was a high-stakes gamble, betting that the Fengtian Army would be lax in its defenses under such extreme weather conditions, and betting that the ferocity of the Northern Barbarian cavalry would be able to tear apart the Fengtian Army's lines!
Meanwhile, inside the Fengtian Army camp, Ma Zongliang also felt the pressure brought about by the changing weather.
He immediately ordered the entire army to strengthen its defenses, deploy more sentries, and have archers in position.
But deep down, he didn't believe that the Northern Di army would launch a large-scale attack in this weather.
In his view, it was more like the weather was on their side, giving both sides a chance to catch their breath, and the stalemate might continue until the wind stops.
However, he underestimated Wuzhu's determination and adventurous spirit, and overestimated the fatigue of his own soldiers after more than ten days of high tension.
As night fell, the sandstorm intensified.
The campfire flickered in the wind, and the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers mingled with the sound of the wind, making them difficult to distinguish.
Many Fengtian Army soldiers, exhausted from the daytime sandstorms and days of tension, lay dozing in their tents, clutching their weapons.
As midnight approached, in the Northern Di camp, men and horses, with gags in their mouths and hooves wrapped in thick cloth, silently left the camp like shadows moving in the dark night.
Taking advantage of the sandstorm, they split into several groups and stealthily made their way towards the Fengtian Army camp.
On the eve of the decisive battle, a storm is brewing.
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