Linyang City.
Luo Shuang sat in the chief seat.
A gathering of people.
Cao Lin looked down at the map, his stick pointing to a location on it, "Princess, Imperial Master, Lin Qing's army of three hundred thousand is resting in Luan Ridge and is expected to reach Linyang City in five days. I believe Lin Qing will divide his forces into three routes, with two attacking Linjiang and Jiangbei respectively, and the main force moving against Linyang. Once we divide our troops, we will surely be unable to look after both ends.
Even if we assemble our forces in one place, we do not have sufficient strength to resist Lin Qing's three hundred thousand troops. After all, we must dispatch at least fifty thousand soldiers to guard East Ridge Pass to prevent the Qingwu Country from seizing the opportunity to attack and creating a pincer attack with Lin Qing..."
"General Cao is familiar with Chongming Country, do you know how many Grandmasters there are in Lin Qing's army?" Luo Shuang asked.
