The moon rises above the willow tips, stars dotting the sky.
Unlike the surrounding darkness, the Xiongnu camp is brightly lit with hanging lanterns, where even the finest hair could be seen.
Countless soldiers, under the lead of generals, holding multi-colored flags, are divided into eight formations surrounding the high platform.
The chanyu, officials, and others stood above the platform, overlooking the entire scene.
"Is this the Eight Diagram Battle Formation?"
"It doesn't look very impressive!"
Harba, burly as a brown bear, stood on the platform, his face full of disdain.
Although the other generals said nothing, their faces showed varying degrees of disappointment.
In their view, this formation was overly simplistic and rigid, hardly impressive. Some even scoffed internally: "Typical Tang people!"
"Always focusing on style over substance!"
"What use is such a formation?"
"With just one flank force, I could break through it in an instant!"
