The mountains, rivers, cities, and passes of the Summer Country, all fully materialized without omission, were miniaturized on the sand table.
A tiny movement of the command flag could determine the life and death of tens of thousands of soldiers.
Chen Zeqing gazed at them, his eyes exceptionally deep.
He casually said: "Speaking of which, the battles in Youping Mansion seem to be smoother than in Linwu Mansion."
Wang Yiwu showed some interest: "Because of Tian Anping?"
"Not exactly." Chen Zeqing withdrew his gaze and asked: "Are you familiar with Yan Fu?"
Wang Yiwu raised an eyebrow: "Why should I be familiar with him?"
Chen Zeqing smiled: "Yan Fu is interesting in battle."
"Is he knowledgeable in military matters?" Wang Yiwu asked indifferently.
