Finally, Zheng Fan finished speaking.
Tian Wujing nodded and said, "Well done."
A four-word comment was all he made.
From the perspective of military deployment, timing, and cavalry maneuvers, Zheng Fan's—no, it should be said, Liang Cheng's—command was flawless. Even the strictest teacher would find it hard to nitpick this report, as it was essentially copied from an expert in the field.
Zheng Fan immediately responded modestly, "I have never forgotten your Lordship's meticulous teachings. I have taken to heart everything your Lordship has said, often reflecting on it to fully grasp its meaning."
"Enough modesty. Frankly, in my opinion, there are few in all of Yan who can wage war better than you, General Zheng."
"I am still far from that standard, very far indeed."
"The only thing you lack is military strength, nothing more."
Tian Wujing hit the nail on the head.
