Meng Shanming Finally Set Out to Strike Hard

The moment he said this, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Gong Lince was the first to say in a grave voice, "Marshal Meng, are you joking?"

Xu Jingyue smiled awkwardly. "Marshal Meng, Da'an still has a long road ahead of him. There is no need to rush."

Zhang Hu was even more direct. "Commander, Da'an has no real combat experience at all. Armchair strategy and actual battle are two different things. How can such a major war be entrusted to his command? This is far too frivolous!"

Faced with a chorus of opposition, Meng Shanming understood. Even with his prestige, he could not simply promote Luo Da'an in one step on a matter like this. The people below would not accept it.

He had merely raised the matter tentatively to see everyone's reaction. Their response made him resolve that Luo Da'an was no longer suited to remain by his side all the time. He would find an opportunity to throw Luo Da'an down to the bottom ranks...

As the Song army gradually closed in on Yan Capital, and as the situation along the Eastern River shifted, the Yan army's successive victories stabilized the morale of the feudal lords' forces. After Meng Shanming exchanged letters with Shang Chaozong, Shang Chaozong's hundred thousand iron cavalry finally began to move.

The hundred thousand iron cavalry of Southern Prefecture, which had remained firmly in place all this time, began advancing toward the army led by Luo Zhao.

When news reached him, Luo Zhao was riding with his army on the march. The movement of Southern Prefecture's forces, which had remained still all along, plunged Luo Zhao into deep thought.

After careful consideration, Luo Zhao swept his gaze across the vast army marching forward and ordered, "Have the vanguard accelerate and pull away from the main