Sha Wenlong spoke with disdain, "With only twenty days left, there's simply not enough time. Let's just wait for Chen Sansi to fail in completing the task set by the military decree and then lose his head!"
"That may be true."
Cao Fan said softly, "Taking Zhao Tong Prefecture will certainly benefit both the Great Sheng Dynasty and you and me."
Cui Congyi praised, "Young Master is truly wise and virtuous."
"Clip-clop! Clip-clop! Clip-clop!"
The sound of horse hooves arose.
The Xuanjia Army, flying the banner with the "Chen" character, appeared at the distant end of the horizon, bringing a cloud of dust along with them.
"They're here!"
Soon, a party stopped outside the Great Village.
Although Chen Sansi was the nominal commander, Cao Fan was after all the Prince, and his status was noble, but no one else came out to greet him. Instead, they all sat inside the Central Army Tent, not even standing up to salute him when he entered.
"General Cui, General Sha!"
