At Han Yang Pass, the garrison commander Xu Zhongxing stood atop the city walls, gazing intently into the distance.
At the end of his line of sight, a multitude of banners pierced through the mist, as countless Iron Cavalry approached Han Yang Pass, their military qi as formidable as a mountain!
Xu Zhongxing's pupils contracted slightly, such military qi entirely exceeded his expectations. The defense force at Han Yang Pass was fifty thousand—if it were still the original garrison, such military qi might have been possible, but ever since the establishment of the province, Chen Dao and Yue Jishan had drained many of the elite forces, significantly weakening the military qi. Without stacking up thirty to forty thousand men, it would have been difficult to muster such military qi.