Wang Bin paid no heed to everyone's shock, and instead opened the letter in hand.
He had ample trust in Yang Zhengshan. Though he was also somewhat curious in his heart about how Yang Zhengshan had done it, he did not think Yang Zhengshan would falsely report his battle achievements.
After he finished reading the letter in hand, his eyes instantly lit up.
"You found the Ke'ercha Clan's settlement?"
"Mm!" Song Dashan confirmed, concise and to the point.
"The Ke'ercha Clan!"
Wang Bin shot to his feet.
His understanding of the East Sea Hu Tribe far surpassed Yang Zhengshan's, and he knew very well what a large tribal settlement represented.
The East Sea Hu Tribe had seven clans in all, namely the seven that had first built Fushan City.
Among them, the strongest was the Gorchin Clan, which had become the royal clan, while the Ke'ercha Clan counted as relatively weak among the seven great clans. Even so, it still had a population of over fifty thousand and more than ten thousand cavalry.
Under the current circumstances, Ke'ercha represented battle merit. If he could defeat Ke'ercha, he dared not say anything else, but at the very least, he could take another step forward.
This step was a crucial one. If he could take it, then in the future he would have a chance to become the Regional Commander of an entire town. Otherwise, in this lifetime, he would likely stop at Assistant Regional Commander, and at most, when he grew older, be promoted to Vice Regional Commander.
Wang Bin paced back and forth in the tent, his mind recalling intelligence on the Ke'ercha Clan, weighing the gap in fighting strength between the two sides in his heart.
Could they fight?
Could they win?
If they won, he could take another