"Issue the orders: dismount and rest, no fires, and send out the scouts."
Without setting up tents, under Zheng Fan's command, all the barbarian soldiers settled their warhorses and then began eating dry rations and drinking water. These men, hailing from the desert penal tribes, were not pampered; in fact, in some ways, they were even hardier than the soldiers of the Yan State military.
Zheng Fan took some fried noodles from his warhorse's saddlebag, leaned against a tree, and ate, washing it down with water from his canteen. Liang Cheng sat beside him.
"My Lord, are we going to attack the fortress ahead later?"
"Since we're already here, we might as well give it a try."
"Is this something you and the Blind discussed?"
"Mm," Zheng Fan nodded.
"I don't believe so, My Lord."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Fan chuckled and asked, "Why not?"
"If you and the Blind had truly planned this, you would have definitely brought Xue Three."
