"But Commander, you haven't paid attention to those people in Yangchun Prefecture City for a long time. Are you sure we don't need to devise a new siege strategy? Why fixate on those few thousand remnants of defeated soldiers?"
"What do you know!"
Dong An scolded, "What's imprisoned in the city are mere objects. What I fear most on the battlefield are variables! Now that the provisions have arrived, all you need to do is to continue the fierce attack. As long as the remnants of the Reserve Camp are not dead, I shall not leave the Central Army Tent for a moment!"
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
"Commander, do you want to eat something? You haven't eaten for five days already."
"Where's the intelligence? The intelligence from the chasing army?"
"Report—"
"Golden Spring Manor reports!"
Upon hearing this, Dong An suddenly stood up.
A soldier rushed into the tent in haste, knelt on one knee, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
"What are you dawdling for?"
