In Canglang City, inside the Garrison Commander Manor, the oppressive atmosphere of the military council chamber had not yet fully dissipated, and the smells of saltpeter and leather stubbornly clung to the air.
Qin Lie stood with his hands clasped behind his back before the massive Northern Frontier Army map, his deep gaze sweeping across the vast grasslands marked with the Black Wolf banner of the Meng Ge Royal Court, finally returning to the crimson markers representing the Five Northern Frontier Cities.
One hundred and fifty thousand mounted archers launching a southern invasion in early spring weighed like a cold, massive boulder upon his heart, and upon the heart of every soldier and civilian in the northern frontier.
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