Yang Zhengshan and Wang Bin only chatted briefly before going to wash up first.
The next morning, the two met again.
"The Marquis asked about our next move. He said that if we don't advance west, we should go straight to Fushan City and rendezvous with him! What do you think?"
Inside the tent, Wang Bin spoke of the letter Liang Chu had sent.
Yang Zhengshan fell into deep thought.
Judging by the current battle situation, Chongshan Town seemed to hold quite a few advantages, but the key to this battle lay in Fushan City.
As long as Fushan City did not fall, the Great Ling Dynasty could still continue on.
And the Great Ling Dynasty was not without a chance to turn the tables. Of the seven great tribes, four were around Fushan City, and those four tribes possessed a hundred thousand Hu cavalry.
If they faced them head-on, even if all five Assistant Regional Commanders gathered beneath Fushan City, this would still be a bitter, bloody battle, and who would win or lose remained unknown.
Of course, even if Da Rong lost the final battle, the East Sea Hu Tribe would no longer be what it once was.
Da Rong had deep foundations. Losing over a hundred thousand troops still would not injure its vital essence, but the East Sea Hu Tribe had already lost two large tribes and nearly a hundred small and medium tribes. This had already made them suffer heavy losses.
Without ten or twenty years, recovery would be impossible.
"We won't advance west, but we won't be anxious to rendezvous with the Marquis either!" Yang Zhengshan said after pondering for a moment.
"Then what do we do next?" Wang Bin asked in confusion.
Yang Zhengshan raised his head and looked toward the map beside