"What?!"
After eight hundred had slain ten thousand at Tiger Hill Mountain.
Cao Huan had thought he had grown accustomed to Chen Sanshi's terrifying style of command. Then he discovered...
No one could get used to it at all!
Defying orders!
This was defying orders!
And defying an Imperial Decree at that!
How dared he?!
"Cough, cough."
Second Senior Brother Cheng Wei said, "Your Highness, please calm down. My junior brother's actions are also meant to resolve the crisis in Liangzhou City—and the crisis facing His Majesty. He absolutely did not intend to defy orders, and he has not divided off that many troops."
"I know a little about military strategy myself."
Cao Huan said anxiously, "Setting aside his defiance of orders for now, can't you see what he intends to do? He is heading north, deep into the Northern Desert, to Directly Strike Meishan!"
The capital!
More than ten thousand li away!
Without supplies!
Across the great desert, at least two hundred thousand troops were still stationed. At Agate River alone, which they knew of, there was still a Martial Saint. Within the capital, there were high-ranking members of the Witch God Cult—and perhaps even immortal masters remained.
Under circumstances so wholly unfavorable to their side.
He was leading fifteen thousand men to attack the Barbarian Capital, ten thousand li away!
This was no longer a fantasy. It was simply a catastrophe!
Even if!
He could pull it off.
How much time would it take?
How could it possibly be faster than attacking Youzhou?
"Quick!"
Cao Huan hurriedly said, "Fetch the Gold Tablet and stop him for me!"
"It is too late, Your Highness!"
A subordinate reported, "General Lü and the others dared not delay and have already rushed toward Youzhou day and night. General Chen and his men