What was bound to happen has finally happened.
Zhao Muyun climbed onto the newly erected makeshift observation platform. Looking out, the snow-covered fields were a vast expanse of white, but snow dust could already be seen rising on the northern and western horizons.
"Zhong Meng, guard the ravine on the north side. Infantry should defend using the fortifications."
"Guo Luo, the heavy cavalry battalion is on standby as a mobile force, ready to attack at my command."
"Murong Chunhua, send out your light cavalry to familiarize themselves with the terrain in the snow, harass and delay the enemy, especially the Fengtian Army in the west, give them special attention, but don't engage in a direct confrontation."
"Shenji Battalion, prepare the thunderbolts and fire oil, and focus on defending the main northern passage."
"Wu Shangzhi and Tang Yanhai will stay with me in the center to provide support."
The orders were issued in an orderly manner.
Having weathered many storms, the soldiers of the Hedong Army quickly took their battle positions, working in a tense but orderly manner.
The cold and fatigue were dispelled by the will to fight; everyone knew that this would be a fierce battle that would determine life or death.
At dusk, the Northern Di reinforcements were the first to arrive at the north entrance of Luoyingjian.
Instead of launching an immediate attack, they reorganized their ranks outside the ravine and sent out scouts to probe the enemy.
These cavalrymen from various tribes in the grasslands north of the Yanshan Mountains were brave and fierce, but they lacked unified command and their equipment was relatively disorganized. They seemed somewhat hesitant when faced with the well-prepared camp of the Hedong Army.
To the west, Li Jin's elite cavalry of over ten thousand Fengtian troops also came into view.
They stopped at a greater distance, seemingly observing.
Zhao Muyun took in all of this from the observation platform.
He sneered, "Wuzhu wants to use one wolf to devour another, Yang Yan wants to use another knife to kill, and Li Jin is two-faced... Unfortunately, they have forgotten that I, Zhao Muyun, have never been a lamb to be slaughtered!"
"Order to light the No. 1 beacon tower!"
A pre-built pyre mixed with special oil was lit, and thick smoke mixed with a strange smell shot into the sky.
This is a signal, but not for reinforcements, because there will be no reinforcements here.
This is a signal, and also a declaration—the bloody battle at Falling Eagle Gorge has officially begun!
Night fell silently.
The snow reflected the faint moonlight and the firelight from the camp, turning the Eagle Falling Gorge a stark white.
A mournful bugle call sounded from the Northern Di army; after reorganization, they seemed to be preparing to launch their first wave of attack.
Meanwhile, the Fengtian cavalry in the west also began to slowly move forward.
Zhao Muyun gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his eyes sharp as stars in the darkness.
"Come on, let me see what you're really made of!"
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