After the elders and disciples of the Great Brahma Temple joined the Pacify the North Army, its military might immediately surged.
This time, Lu Wu-bing no longer led the army onward himself. He temporarily handed military command to Chen Tongxi, while secretly leaving the army to gather experts to accompany him.
Of course, Senior Sister Ouyang Lan and Shen Xinzhu still remained at his side.
The rest were a whole crowd of bald heads, big and small.
Well, there were rather too many monks.
"Great General, shouldn't we seize this moment of soaring morale to take Tiger Ridge Pass in one push and press straight toward Northern Zhou?"
Regarding Lu Wu-bing's arrangement, his uncle Chen Tongxi showed a trace of delight, though deep down he worried that he might not handle things well. At the same time, he was deeply puzzled.
Northern Zhou's hundred-thousand-strong army had only just suffered a crushing defeat. Along the border, there was practically no strong force left to block them. It would be exceedingly difficult for Northern Zhou's Dragon City to gather another elite army capable of resisting these troops, who only grew stronger with every battle.
Yet at such a time, they were actually ordering their own army to halt, collect grain, distribute land, and stabilize the region. Wasn't that placing too much emphasis on trivial chicken feathers and garlic skins?
If they delayed, and Northern Zhou recovered its senses and dispatched a great army to hold the pass, then entering the northern frontier would become extremely difficult. Bloody battles one after another would be inevitable.
"One must always leave others a little opportunity."
Lu Wu-bing smiled and spoke with profound meaning.
"We've lingered in Jing Province for too long. The realm will surely descend into chaos. Won't those princes and rebels from every