A couple of miles from the Zizhu Prefecture army, General Sun sat atop a pure black steed, his gaze firm and commanding as he surveyed the landscape ahead.
"How long will it take for us to reach their border?" he inquired of the commanders riding beside him.
"At this rate, we should arrive at their border in three to four days," one of the commanders responded promptly.
Suddenly, from the distance, five soldiers rode their steeds swiftly toward the army, kicking up clouds of dust in their wake.
They arrived in front of General Sun and dismounted from their horses, their faces grave with urgency.
"General, the enemy cavalry are approaching us as we speak," one of the recon squad reported, his voice tinged with concern.
"How many are they?" one of the commanders asked calmly, though the tension in the air was palpable.
