C1809 Qian Fuchang Tu Hu

Commander Lin Hu Xiao stood at the rear of the camp, absorbing the reports from his subordinates while poring over a map.

His brow was furrowed, and he shook his head incessantly, muttering to himself.

"This doesn't add up. Why is the Vermillion Bird Army's offensive so feeble?

We've been engaged for twelve hours, yet it's still a deadlock.

They outnumber us; by now