Zhang Fei frowned; he didn't like placing hope on others, but Zhuge Liang's words made sense. Their strength was far from being a match for the Northern Huns.
"From now on, don't dodge, kill all the Hu people you encounter. Surely, the Huns will quickly notice us behind them," Zhuge Liang remarked with a cold expression.
[General Zhang, things are not that simple. The forces of the Northern Huns are growing like a snowball. Merely killing miscellaneous Hu won't damage the foundation of the Northern Huns, and simply harming them won't reveal the true strength of the Northern Huns.] Zhuge Liang thought silently as he watched Zhang Fei angrily wave his Eighteen-foot Long Serpent Spear.
The so-called Northern Huns army gathering under Jicheng isn't less than 100,000, but how many of them are true Northern Hun archers? Before Guo Tu died, he reported the number was no more than 30,000, but it's impossible for the Northern Huns to have such limited forces.
