The royal capital, State of Zhao.

Upon arriving at the capital, a confidential report was divided into seven copies and sent to different locations.

One of these reports was delivered directly to a magnificent mansion house. After passing through numerous security checkpoints, it was finally placed on a writing desk and picked up by a hand in impeccable condition.

Seated behind the desk was a man of some years. He was handsome, dignified, and exuded an air of natural nobility. He read the report word by word, his concentration intense.

After finishing, he pondered for a moment before shaking his head. “Thirty thousand infantry versus ten thousand iron cavalry of the Northern Frontier Cavalry, yet it was the latter that was completely routed. If it were me… No, I only know how to lead a cavalry.”

He set down the report and raised his voice. “Someone, saddle a horse! I must head to the palace to see my father!”

Moments later, he stood in the royal study of the palace.

The King of Zhao, still in the prime of his life, was standing before a sand table surrounded by models of infantry and cavalry. On one side of the room stood three princes and a princess; on the other side, several generals.

At that moment, a general frowned and said, “We’ve run through this scenario countless times, but we just couldn’t achieve such results. Even if the soldiers are all equipped with repeated crossbows and are highly trained, once the cavalry closes in, panic is inevitable. And the moment there’s...