Wang Jian Inspires the Will to Expand the Realm; Ying Zheng's Imperial Procession Arrives at Handan

"Report! The Blood-Clad Army has captured Fanshi City..."

"Report! The Blood-Clad Army has taken Lingqiu Iron Wall Pass..."

"Report! The Blood-Clad Army has captured another city. The natural fortress of Flying Fox Pass has fallen..."

"Report..."

Inside the great tent, Meng Wu read the military reports, his blood pressure rising.

He couldn't take command of the garrison as quickly as Zhao Cheng was capturing cities.

"Too fast. That boy is truly too fast."

Who the hell fought a war like this? Everyone else had to besiege a city for a while, trading blows and schemes before gradually wearing down the enemy's troops and morale.

But Zhao Cheng simply charged over, captured the place, and moved on.

The enemy's fortified cities were practically breached the moment he laid eyes on them.

He was simply inhuman!

As relieved as Meng Wu felt, he also felt as if all the military strategy he had studied for years had become useless.

"Enough. Step up the pace and hurry to Fanshi City!"

The constant stream of victory reports had left him visibly haggard.

There was no helping it. He could neither eat nor sleep properly, and every day was spent on the march.

On the other side, Wang Jian was faring no better than Meng Wu.

Reading the report, he didn't smile for the first time. Instead, he sighed. "Another city taken... It's been barely a day since Fanshi City fell, hasn't it?"

Beside him, Wang Ben asked in disbelief, "Iron Wall Pass is a key Zhao border fortress. Is it really possible to take it this quickly?"

Wang Jian glanced at his son. Beneath that calm expression, he seemed to catch a hint of envy and unwillingness.

It was only natural. If he had lived in the same era as such a divine general