His entire demeanor was incomparably solemn, and the look he gave Zhao Feng was filled with awe.
After this surprise assault on the foreign tribes, Zhao Feng had achieved a result that would shake the world; Gongsun Guang was already overawed.
"Since you have chosen, there shall be no talk of regret."
"After this battle is concluded."
"I will order the reorganization," Zhao Feng said in a deep voice.
"Thank you, Shangjiangjun," Gongsun Guang said, his face full of excitement.
"Good, rise," Zhao Feng nodded and spoke no more.
The Yan Border Army's combat power was beyond need of further praise; once reorganized into the Wu'an Military Camp, the camp's strength would be unshakable.
"Shangjiangjun."
"These foreign tribes only arrived today, and have been marching in haste, but judging by their demeanor, they seem prepared to attack," Zhang Han spoke.
"You have just returned. Go, wash yourself first."
"Bring your elite soldiers to rest for a day."
"Eat and drink your fill."
