Gazing at the fighting sides in the distance, Wei Yuan fell into deep thought.
The timing was right, the location was right, and the fluttering Zhao Country King's Banner proved the target was right, but what was the deal with these two groups clashing? One side looked like horse bandits, and fought like them too, but they were not horse bandits.
Wei Yuan's eyes were sharp; which horse bandits would all be equipped with standard military weapons, especially all riding standard military horses? The weapons and armor might be plausible, such as Wei Yuan himself was wearing standard armor, but the warhorses couldn't be.
Wei Yuan's mere three hundred Knights sat atop a motley collection of warhorses of every breed and color, clearly a mixed bunch. The horses ridden by those supposed bandits were all of the same breed, roughly of the same quality, something only a kingdom or a great family could possess.