At the border of Sang City, the soldiers of the Wei Kingdom had set up camp here. Because they had just won a battle, they had taken back a city. Everyone was a little excited, and from time to time, there would be shouts.
In the main tent, Ming Zhiyan was rubbing the jade in front of his chest with one hand while looking at the map on the table with a cold and serious expression. No one knew what he was thinking.
Suddenly, a rough voice shouted, "General!"
Ming Zhiyan carefully put the jade back into his collar, raised his head, and said expressionlessly, "Enter."
The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a few tall men in armor walked in.
"General, when are we going to attack the despicable country?" Zhang Guang asked loudly. The soldiers below can't hold it in any longer!"
