"I will take the command."
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The Winter Solstice in the Eighth Year of Jingning Era was a day destined to be remembered in history.
In the sky hung a full moon, radiant as silver.
Pei Jue, leading the Da Yong Army, advanced upstream along the Changhe River, breaking through the Andu Army's defenses with a long breach.
He arrived quicker than imagined.
Banners fluttered in the night wind, hooves thundered incessantly, and the glow of fire lit up shadows, surging forward like torrential waves.
In recent days, the frontlines of the two armies stretched long, from the Huaishui River to the Andu County Office.
Wen Xingsu, year after year, studied Pei Jue's tactics, formations, and deployments, preparing meticulously for this battle.
The full moon above quietly watched this heart-stopping clash unfold.
A hundred thousand soldiers roared in unison.
A hundred thousand horses neighed together.
The smoke from torches seemed to light up the heavens.
