In the central command tent of the Shang Army at Mengjin, Yuan Hong sat in the commander's seat, and the atmosphere inside the tent was heavy.
Gao Ming and Gao Jue had fallen. Two old brothers were gone from the tent. Chang Hao and Wu Long stood at either side, their bodies still bearing wounds from the recent battle, their hearts filled with resentment.
Yuan Hong silently stroked the iron staff in his hand. Though he had slain Yang Ren and blunted the Zhou Army's momentum in the battle before the lines, losing two trusted subordinates was still a tremendous loss.
Now, the million-strong Western Qi allied army was pressing down on them. Chan Sect immortal generals emerged without end. With only the men currently under his command, a prolonged standoff would inevitably bring endless hidden dangers.
As everyone discussed military affairs, a guard outside the tent hurried in to report.
"Reporting to the Marshal, an imperial decree has arrived from Morning Song. A fierce general has been sent to Mengjin to await the Marshal's orders, and he has already reached the gate."
Yuan Hong was slightly startled. "A fierce general sent from Morning Song? Who is it?"
"That man stands several zhang tall, as mighty as a mountain. He drags an enormous Rake-Pole behind him and calls himself Wu Wenhua. He answered His Majesty's recruitment proclamation and has come to join the army and aid in battle. A court official escorted him here."
A flicker of surprise crossed Yuan Hong's eyes. He immediately ordered, "Bring him in."
Before long, two soldiers laboriously lifted the tent flap, and a mountain-like figure strode into the command tent.
Wu Wenhua stood several zhang tall, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, his huge frame almost frightening. Rough cloth wrapped around his knotted muscles. With every