Jiang Shan was somewhat surprised by Lin Tianlang's answer.
A seventy percent chance was truly rather high.
"Tianlang, there are no jokes in the military!"
"You say you have a seventy percent chance. Do you dare make a military pledge?"
Facing Jiang Shan's question, Lin Tianlang looked at the map on the table and said, "Over the years, Senior Hong and I have been active in the area between the two armies at war."
"During that time, we gathered quite a few deserters and routed soldiers."
"Some of them stayed, while others returned to their hometowns and hid away. The vast majority chose to flee far from the flames of war."
"As long as we make good use of these people, we have hope of attacking the Northern Song Dynasty."
"Five hundred years of war have long left all living things in unspeakable misery. If we can give them hope at a time like this..."
"I believe they will be more than willing."
"Therefore, I am willing to make a military pledge: within one month, I will take twenty cities in succession!"
"Good!"
"If you can truly take twenty cities in one month, I will personally celebrate your victory!"
As Lin Tianlang made his military pledge, the atmosphere among the crowd was once again stirred.
Shui Po Liang Shan's forced attack on the Southern Song Dynasty had given the civil and military officials of the Northern Song Dynasty something to laugh about for quite some time.
Yet before they could recover from the joy of victory, Shui Po Liang Shan, having regrouped, unexpectedly turned around and began attacking them.
What shocked them even more was that the frequently used Qilin Communicators suddenly "malfunctioned."
A vast number of proclamations condemning the Northern Song Dynasty appeared on the Qilin Communicators. Crime