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Watching the two sides battling in the distance, Wei Yuan fell deep into thought.

The timing was right, the location was right, and the fluttering banner of the State of Zhao confirmed that they had the right target—but what was the story behind these two groups fighting each other? One side even looked like horse bandits and fought like horse bandits, but he was sure they weren’t horse bandits.

Wei Yuan had a keen eye. Since when were horse bandits armed exclusively with standard-issue military weapons and equipped with identical, standard-issue warhorses? There might be a slight possibility for the weapons and armor—for instance, Wei Yuan himself was currently clad in standard-issue armor—but the warhorses? That was just impossible.

His own meager cavalry force of three hundred rode a motley collection of warhorses, with every breed and color imaginable. It was clear at first glance they were a mixed bag. The warhorses ridden by those horse bandits, though, were all of the same breed...