"........"
Lou Ji did not answer Xu Yuan's question either.
Yet, at the moment he asked the question, Xu Yuan already had the answer in his heart.
His mind was flooded with thoughts.
Seven hundred thousand elite troops of Dayan.
This was not like the ancient wars of his previous life, where armies of seven hundred thousand were merely claimed in numbers.
Each was a true elite, a turnip in its hole.
The Northern Border City was not only the gateway to the Three Prefectures of the Northern Frontier but also the only supply route continuing northward.
If it were to fall, the massive army of seven hundred thousand would be directly trapped in the snow plains of the Northern Frontier without supplies.
In such a disaster of blizzard, the barbarian tribes could traverse the mountain ranges, taking detours; could the seven hundred thousand troops of Dayan move in an organized manner as well?
Their physiological structures were not even the same.
