After a frosty night, the temperature had dropped drastically. The horses kept snorting restlessly, and every breath came out as a large puff of white steam. On a small hill, Gu Shenwei was mounted on a horse as he surveyed the huge army extending towards the horizon.
According to the report of the scouts, the size of the armies that were mustered to the north of Thousand Horsemen Pass had exceeded their previous expectations.
Dugu Xian had prepared a general outline of the current situation and was now briefing the others. He pointed with his sole remaining arm, saying, "To the east of Thousand Horsemen Pass, a Central-Plains army is stationed at the foot of a hill. We can barely see them from here, but there are around 20,000 of them."
"There are Central-Plains troops here?" Gu Shenwei was a little surprised by that fact. He thought that all of the Central-Plains armies stationed in the Western Regions had been wiped out.