"General Zhang,"
"Though this campaign against the Northern Yuan is dangerous, it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we can earn military merit on the battlefield, our future official careers will surely be smooth sailing."
"Furthermore, if we truly defeat the Northern Yuan this time, there will be far fewer wars on the Northern Frontier in the future."
"We must make the most of this battle." Zhu Ying suddenly said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu smiled and heartily replied, "General Zhu is absolutely right!"
"Compared to the battle in Liaodong, this Northern Expedition will undoubtedly be far more difficult, but the opportunities to earn merit will also be far greater."
"As long as we seize them tightly, promotion and noble titles will be inevitable!"
"Still, compared with General Zhu, I certainly cannot match you when it comes to earning merit in this battle."
"General Zhu must make the most of it."
"Forget about being promoted by one rank—at the very least, your noble title will surely rise. Perhaps after the Northern Expedition, General Zhu will become a true Marquis of Victory." Zhang Yu said with a smile, his eyes filled with admiration for Zhu Ying.
After all,
although Zhang Yu also looked forward to this Northern Expedition, he still believed himself inferior to Zhu Ying.
Hearing this,
Zhu Ying smiled faintly and cupped his hands. "Then I shall borrow General Zhang's auspicious words."
In truth,
what Zhu Ying wanted to gain from this Northern Expedition was far beyond what Zhang Yu could imagine.
He not only sought official rank and noble titles from the court, but also dreamed of the supreme glory that had made every general throughout history yearn for it beyond resistance: Fenglangjuxu.
Once he accomplished that feat, Zhu Ying's name would spread far and