South-Eastern parts of Shu, just past the border to southern Wu

The army of Wen Zhao marched divided, four columns - in each column groups of archers were marching in the front, with shield bearers surrounding their fronts and sides, flanked by spear and swordsmen. Behind the infantry rode the light and heavy cavalry units. In the back - protecting the supply carriages - rode the unit of heavy cavalry archers and the Feared Strategist himself. They had made small incursions to the lands of the Wu for a good while now, occasionally pillaging a village here and there, but they had retreated whenever one of the armies of Wu would show up - always in an orderly fashion, without showing even a hint of fear.

Wen Zhao knew when to retreat and when to attack, he knew when to use force and when to rely on diplomacy, when to appear weak and when to appear strong. He brought his forces to a halt on a hilltop overlooking a village - it was slightly larger than most they had encountered thus far, but it had very little in the way of defenses. A handful of men at most, mostly farmers. The army took up good positions from the top of the hill, light cavalry was sent out to scout while the infantry and archers took formations - the archers and shield bearers on the front, followed by heavy infantry - swordsmen in the middle and spears on the flanks, the light infantry concentrated to the left flank while the heavy cavalry - both melee and archers - took up positions at the right flank.

Wen Zhao smiled faintly, such a small village could be easily intimidated in to giving supplies and information even without bloodshed.