That night.
Xiao Yi and his men spurred their horses, rushing toward Zhenxi City at top speed.
Eight hundred li.
For this carefully selected elite force of a hundred thousand, it was but a three-hour journey.
As the dawn's first rays appeared the following day.
The defending army within Zhenxi City was shocked to find that the army of the Tianqing Kingdom had already set up camp ten li away from the city, and all this had been accomplished right under their noses without drawing the attention of the Zhenxi City's defenders. This indeed caused Zhao Qiankun inside the city to wipe away a cold sweat as he went personally to the top of the city wall.
Clatter clatter clatter!
Zheng Le, carrying a command flag, rode a tall horse to the gates of Zhenxi City.
"Is General Zhao Qiankun there?" Zheng Le called out loudly.
Atop the city walls.
Zhao Qiankun narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"