Lu Yuan's calm words carried a thick chill, pricking the Zheng Messenger below into a shiver, his heart cooling by half.
Indeed.
If it hadn't been for Zheng Kingdom's betrayal last year against the Yangxia Expeditionary Army of Chu State, which disrupted the coordination with the Eastern Land Expeditionary Army, by now the million-strong army of Liang's Yan Yunqing might very well have already been defeated.
At that time, had Liang lost its million-strong main force, its entire rear would have been left exposed, devoid of any military strength.
The two expeditionary armies of Chu could then have driven straight in, sweeping across the whole of Liang State effortlessly.
The gains would have been substantial: seven or eight prefectures—no, the entire Liang State, the whole of Qingzhou.
But it was such a prospect, such a grand harvest, that ultimately vanished because of Zheng Kingdom's backstabbing.
