Looking solely at their appearance, Xie Yuan and Tang Feihu's hair has turned grey, already showing signs of old age. Zhang Chengzhi, Niu Zhuang, and Qin He also have frost at their temples.
Yang Zhenshan appears younger than them.
After some light-hearted banter, Yang Zhenshan's expression turned solemn, and he said, "Now let's discuss the campaign plan."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became serious, everyone's gaze fixed on Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan stood up, fetched the map that was prepared beforehand, and hung it on the screen. Holding a slim rod, he pointed to the map and said, "The first battle: annihilate the Wula Tribe!"
"Tomorrow morning, the left and right battalions of the garrison will serve as vanguards, heading north all the way, bypassing the north of Sari Lake, directly striking at the Wula Tribe!"
"I have only one demand, and that is speed! Attack the Wula Clan's flag territory directly before they can react!"
