Looking at the stubborn Jin Feng, none of the Tu An generals dared to say anything more.
The Personal Guard Commander returned to the main formation.
"General."
"These Tu An generals refuse to let our army cross the border," the Personal Guard Commander said angrily.
Zhang Han's brows furrowed, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.
"Tu An."
"Very well."
Zhang Han spat the words coldly.
"What should we do now?"
"The Donghu might soon catch up," said the Personal Guard Commander with concern.
"So many days have passed; perhaps General Zhao Feng has already succeeded in raiding the barbarian royal court."
"Once the barbarians receive word, they will surely withdraw their troops."
"Therefore..."
"Perhaps we need not fear the pursuing enemy." Zhang Han said in a deep voice.
"Understood." The Personal Guard Commander nodded.
"Pass down my orders."
"March south."
