A mountain-shaking, ocean-roaring cry gradually subsided.
On the drill ground, the chests of the ten thousand Huben Army soldiers still heaved violently, and a fanatical fire mixed with greed and worship burned on everyone's face.
They looked at the young general draped in ferocious black armor upon the commanding platform, as if looking at a deity capable of bestowing them wealth and glory.
Wei Zhe's gaze swept slowly across those excited faces.
He did not strike while the iron was hot, nor did he deliver any morale-boosting pre-battle speech.
He merely raised his hand and pressed it gently downward.
The entire drill ground instantly fell dead silent.
Ten thousand gazes focused on him alone.
"The entire army."
Wei Zhe spoke, his voice plain, yet it clearly entered everyone's ears.
"Two days of rest."
As soon as these words were uttered, an immediate uproar arose beneath the platform.
Tu Sui and Zhang Han exchanged glances, both seeing thick confusion in each other's eyes.
At this moment, military morale was usable and spirits were soaring, making it the absolute best opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and bring their forces right outside the city gates of Xinzheng.
Why issue an order to rest and reorganize at this time?
"General, this..." Tu Sui stepped forward, cupping his fists as he wished to speak.
Wei Zhe's gaze fell upon him.
"General Tu, what do you wish to say?"
"This subordinate believes that our army's morale is like a rainbow, and we should press the advantage in pursuit, giving the Han people no breathing room!" Tu Sui said in a deep voice.
Wei Zhe nodded.
"What you say makes sense."
He turned around, looking at the ten thousand soldiers below the platform.
"But you all have fought successive battles from Yiyang to Yangcheng,