The Yellow Wind Mountain Range rose and fell in endless ridges, and Yellow Wind Ridge squatted deep in its heart. The mountain paths were rugged, the passes steep and perilous—an ideal lair for bandits, easy to defend and hard to attack.

Leading five hundred elite Border Army soldiers, Zhou Xiong pushed forward at full speed for three double-hours before finally reaching the foot of Yellow Wind Ridge.

"Advance."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Xiong ordered the army into the mountains, clearly not taking this gang of bandits seriously at all.