Rebel Army.
Main tent of the military camp.
A tall, middle-aged man sat upright in the seat of honor. His armor set off his heroic bearing; his tiger eyes gleamed with spirit, and he radiated authority even without anger. Fine wrinkles dotted the forehead of his square face, yet rather than diminishing his majesty, they made him appear even more imposing.
Two women sat at either side of him. Though they poured him wine with every semblance of tenderness, the fear in their eyes was impossible to conceal.
This man was Guo Yanhai, leader of the Rebel Army.
Two rows of seats were arranged below, occupied by the various Military Heads of the Rebel Army.
Had Zhong Lin been present, he would have recognized one of them at once—the "Iron Arm Saber King" Xu Ruo, who had fought the Du Family Old Master at the Du Family that day.
"Come, brothers, let us drain this cup together."
Guo Yanhai raised his wine cup and gave a domineering shout.
The Military Heads all raised their cups as well and shouted in unison, "Let us drain this cup together!"
After three rounds of wine, a faint flush had appeared on Guo Yanhai's face.
"My present might, Guo Yanhai's present might, is entirely thanks to the help of my brothers. But if we wish to gain a firm foothold, we must seize Black Mountain County as soon as possible. Then, with it as our foundation, we can claim land and become kings. Ou Lu, tell me—how much longer until we break the city?"
The moment Guo Yanhai finished speaking, a burly man standing around two meters tall rose from the seat on his right and said in a booming voice, "General, rest assured. In your name, I have already sent men among the