Outside Yanmen Pass, the Beidi main camp.
Tuoba Lie, the Left Wise King of Beidi, sat astride a pitch-black steed from the Western Regions, his gold-threaded wolf-skin cloak flapping violently in the wind. He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the tightly shut gates of Yanmen Pass, the gilded telescope in his hand trembling slightly.
"What is going on?!" He abruptly raised a hand, and thirty thousand cavalrymen came to an abrupt halt. The sound of hooves ceased instantly, leaving only the uneasy whinnying of warhorses.
Chapter 229