Its shape resembles a large, open trumpet.
Therefore, the people of Liangzhou also call this place "Bellmouth".
The outside is a flat mudflat, but the terrain gets lower and lower as you go further in from the direction Mu Zian came from.
The soil surface on both sides is significantly higher, which is caused by the impact of constant water flow.
As late autumn approaches, the once lush aquatic plants in the mudflats and river channels are now gradually turning yellow and withering.
As the horses' hooves trod, clouds of dust and bits of grass were kicked up.
A moment later, He Lan arrived with an army of ten thousand cavalry.
Looking at the increasingly lower terrain around him, a sense of danger arose in his heart, and he immediately ordered his horse to stop.
Then they sent out scouts to investigate.
Upon seeing this, Gerry stepped forward from his horse, looked around, and then spoke.
"This place is high on all sides and low in the center, with only one side behind us that is passable. It is clearly a dead end."
"Those Han people were also exhausted from fleeing for their lives, yet they actually rushed into this deadly predicament. It seems that Heaven wants us to accept this great credit."
He Lan's face did not show excessive excitement.
Only after the scouts reported and confirmed the situation inside did He Lan finally show a slight smile.
Mu Zian led his troops into a dead end, and at this moment, He Lan thought that this great achievement was within his grasp.
Moreover, the surrounding area is open for seven or eight hundred paces, so the cavalry charge will not be affected in any way.
Upon realizing this, He Lan was overjoyed.
What the Left Wise King Yelü Junba could not do, I, He Lan, have accomplished today!
After taking a deep breath, He Lan roared.
"Charge in! Kill all these Han Chinese!"
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