"It goes without saying, this is after all a military camp of fifty thousand men and heavily guarded," Fan Cun recalled. "Once discovered, fifty cavalry could only play a limited role."
Thus, while novels and romances depict night raids as almost magical, defeating the enemy as soon as they are executed, they are in fact a highly difficult military maneuver.
From the mere thought to the actual execution, there was a vast distance.
Fan Cun silently remembered his previous failure and planned his route in his mind, just like when he had passed the Cavalry Trial before.
Finally, the sky turned completely dark, clouds covered the moon, leaving only the distant camp dimly lit by firelight.
"Move!"
Following Fan Cun's command, he gripped a branch in his mouth.
The fifty cavalrymen followed him, slowly approaching the camp.
