Wei Zu fell silent.
An enemy's enemy is a friend.
It is self-evident.
The leader indeed wants to enlist outside aid, increase his chances of winning while minimizing his losses, very intelligently, and cunningly, yet Wei Zu couldn't directly refuse.
The enmity of a slain son, the enmity of a slain brother, unforgivable.
Others might stand by and watch, but the Wei Family indeed has no way to sit back in peace.
"With your division's strength, wiping out the rebels and cleaning house should be a piece of cake, right? You still need assistance?"
Qin Zidan's face showed a slight unease.
Previously, it was easy, but Batulu's betrayal was like a knife in their chest, even if it didn't pierce the heart, it caused a grievous wound.
"We indeed can clean house ourselves, but Young Master Wei, once we move, it must be a decisive strike, leaving no room for the enemy to breathe, so we must make comprehensive preparations."
