Two hours ago.
On the clearing in the forest, a stick continuously sketched on the ground. The newly arrived Great Khan from the grassland was drawing with Yu Wen Yuan, one on the ground sketching, the other holding a map pointing and muttering. Most present couldn't understand, only quietly waiting.
Chen Yi held a piece of dry ration in his hand, chewing absentmindedly.
Others couldn't understand, but he could.
"...The scouts report that the Taiji's convoy has already passed through Coiling Snake Valley and is separated from the rear troops by a good thirty miles."
"What does Uncle mean by this?" Yu Wen Yuan asked.
"I mean, wait."
"Wait?" Yu Wen Yuan's voice rose slightly, "Wait for what?"
"Wait for people," Cha Chila Buhua said, "My troops need another two hours to arrive. If we act now, it's just a dozen of us. Although Taiji is separated from the rear, he has no less than a hundred escorting him, surely some experts among them... and Han magicians, not easy to deal with."
