After taking in all the survivors of the different triads and factions of the Han Alliance, Yue Zhong had a sizeable number of survivors. What he lacked now was time, the time for these people to become decent fighters.
It was at this crucial period that Hu-E Ran had suddenly launched his attack. If Yue Zhong chose to run, then a few tens of thousands of Han people would land in his hands. Yue Zhong had not yet established his position in the Central Plains, and he had no choice but to engage Hu-E Ran’s forces.
Atop the city wall around Qi Mu Town that was built not long ago, many commanders and their subordinates had caught sight of the approaching Mongol troops. Their faces were all unsightly.
“It's the Blood Eagle Rider!! That’s the Blood Eagle Rider!! A-Mu Xidai!!” One commander, whose eyesight was decent, caught sight of the Blood Eagle banner and his face fell.
Upon hearing this name, the soldiers who had just joined Yue Zhong all had pale faces.
