Chapter 850
At the time when the sky was about to lighten but had not yet brightened, and the sun in the east was still a red circle, Tuoba Changkong suddenly remembered something.
On horseback, he shivered intensely.
He naturally had no chance to participate in the campaign that was branded as the disgrace of the Rong Clan, but he had heard about it. In that campaign, tens of thousands of Rong Clan warriors were lost, and the powerful North Barbarian Tribe never recovered, even altering the entire prairie's strategic landscape.
Not everyone in the Empire was wise and resourceful, nor were all of the Rong Clan brutish and bloodthirsty. Among the Rong Clan's upper echelons, many aspired to the culture of the Empire and were well-versed in poetry and literature. After the fact, many revisited that campaign, investigating the intelligence on that battle.
Within it, there was a name that could not be ignored.
