Zhang Shijie's actions were none of Mo Qiong and the others' concern.
They were only responsible for one thing: making sure that the "Outsider Spokesperson," Zhang Shijie, Jiang Cheng, and those seventy people survived until they reached Diaoyu City.
They did not care how many troops Zhang Shijie recruited. If he had what it took, he could restore the Song dynasty. Although they were participating, they would not use forces beyond the proper limits.
Their very existence had actually helped Zhang Shijie, but could personal martial prowess really be called help?
There had never been anything in this world that could be accomplished by empty talk alone.
It was just that in ancient times, personal martial prowess had a much greater impact on public opinion than it did in modern times. After all, morale was simply too important in ancient warfare.
In just two days, news of the Three Divine Generals' crushing defeat of five thousand Mongol troops had spread throughout Guangdong and Jiangxi. The anti-Yuan forces everywhere were greatly encouraged, and their resistance grew fiercer by the day, leaving the Mongol troops in a constant state of chaos.
Once again, Zhang Hongfan had secretly fanned the flames. Since Li Heng had been in command, the defeat had nothing to do with him. On the contrary, it could draw attention away from his own defeat at Yashan.
However, the moment he learned that A'shu, the Marshal of the Southern Expedition, had arrived in Ji Prefecture, he became frantic.
He had to earn some merit, or his official career would come to an end. He might even lose his life.
On the twenty-ninth day of the third month, Zhang Hongfan led an army of twenty thousand in pursuit of Zhang Shijie's forces to the border between Hunan and Jiangxi.
At that