"So that was it. I was wondering how a brat like Xiang Yu could come up with a tactic like cutting off the enemy's retreat. Turns out someone else was behind this brilliant strategy." Xiang Liang smiled as he fixed a sharp gaze on Han Xin, who sat at the very end.
Xiang Yu also looked at Han Xin with great interest, while Xiang An and Zhu Jishi sat beside him.
Han Xin found the atmosphere somewhat terrifying. He gave an awkward laugh or two but did not dare speak.
"Young man, don't be so restrained. Since you have indeed rendered merit, this general is not a stingy man. Speak—what reward do you want? Or is there some military post you wish to hold?" Xiang Liang tried his best to make his face appear kinder, but unfortunately, his efforts were destined to fail.
"...General, I, I..." Han Xin felt the murderous aura radiating from Xiang Liang. Even though it was not directed at him, it still made his whole body tremble.
"I only wish to serve at Commander Xiang An's side as a trusted adviser. I seek no reward." After hesitating again and again, Han Xin gritted his teeth and voiced his wish, his words carrying a faint tremor.
He could not help swallowing.
He knew something—a secret passed down in military texts, one concerning generals who commanded armies.
For some unknown reason, whenever the realm descended into chaos, famed commanders would gain a certain power, a power from no one knew where.
The generals' personal martial prowess would be magnified to the utmost. Though it was of little help in large-scale legion battles, their presence and fighting strength would both be wildly amplified to a certain degree.
Feeling Xiang Liang's imposing aura, Han Xin forced himself to calm down.