The moment he opens his eyes, Mo Bai finds himself the lowest-ranking night scout in the Great Zhou. On his first mission, his superior treats him as a disposable pawn. Three thousand Tujue cavalry are behind him, and a dead end lies ahead. Everyone expects him to die, but he can hear the enemy formation breathing in the wind. The inheritance of Formation Warfare awakens, turning terrain and hoofbeats into a game board. From this day on, scouts will no longer be cannon fodder sent to probe the way. He cuts off supply lines, hunts enemy chieftains, and lays veils of confusion, using himself as the eyes of his force as he leads the night scouts through the chaos of Beiting. When a hundred thousand Hu cavalry ride south, the little scout who was once abandoned now holds the Beiting marshal's seal and stands ready with his troops arrayed.
