"Rong Yanqiu, heed my command. You are to lead forty thousand troops to defend You State. You are only to hold, not to attack, and you must not lose a single city."
"Wang Zhi, Wei Xuan, Song Guizhi, Ye Fengxiu, heed my order. The four of you will join me to lead the Hongze Camp and the Great Halberd Camp to Yan State to attack the three camps and intimidate West Qi!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
"We're missing the bald monk."
Grinding her silver teeth, Rong Yanqiu cursed, "Back then, the treacherous slaves took the monk away under the pretext of withdrawing troops as hostages, and there has been no word since."
Wang Zhi shook his head, "Most likely he's been refined!"
"Sigh"
The deployment was complete.
Beiliang, from top to bottom, began to enter into meticulous operation.
In the seventy-sixth year of Longqing, November.
