Forty miles, both seemingly within grasp and yet infinitely distant.
The middle-aged man with the whiskers hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a low voice,
"Now our camp's defensive capabilities are almost equivalent to none. Whoever still has supplies, bring them out. We need to reinforce the camp. The Formation Masters with the army should hurry to carve some simple defense Formation Patterns to prevent those Barbarian Tribes from attacking our camp."
At this moment, the man with the scar scoffed and said,
"Reinforce the camp?"
The middle-aged man with whiskers frowned at these words and stared at the man with the scarred face,
"What, does General Hou think we shouldn't reinforce the camp?"
The man with the scar shook his head slowly and smiled,
