The residence of the warlord was ablaze with light when the winged cavalry attacked the city.
Xie Kun was sitting at the head of the table with a cup of wine in his hand. He was deep in thought.
Earlier in the afternoon, he had received the news from his scouts that, contrary to expectations, the aboriginals didn't suffer losses of more than half of their forces due to the flood. In fact, they seemed to suffer almost no losses, and he was unable to understand how they managed to do it.
He guessed that they would most likely attack the city that very night. After all, their provisions and equipment were washed away, so they would have to withdraw to Jiangbei City if they didn't attack.
It could be deduced from their act of crossing the river that the aboriginals certainly didn't intend to retreat.
