The First Battle! Fifty Thousand Enemies Annihilated! Confidence Forged in Blood! The Fan Kingdom Surrenders!

The Marquis of Xinwu froze on the spot.

Honestly, it was not that he had never seen the world, but the military orders Xu Qingxiao had issued were rather... extreme.

Normally, when two armies fought, ambushes and tricks were fair game, but that was when the opposing forces were evenly matched.

They were nobles of Great Wei, leading an army of three hundred thousand. They could perfectly well clash head-on. There was no need to launch a nighttime assault on the city. Doing so would likely earn them the condemnation of everyone under heaven, especially those Confucian officials.

Actually, condemnation was secondary. The biggest problem was what happened if they failed to take the city. A surprise attack implied that they lacked the confidence to fight a prolonged war. The enemy might originally have intended to meet them in battle, but would now refuse to fight and simply wear them down.

It would hurt morale and bring all manner of disadvantages.

In a small battle, they could do whatever they liked. In a major campaign, they truly could not take a single reckless step. This was an army of three hundred thousand. What tremendous coordination would it take to command troops with godlike mastery? Every order had to pass down through layer after layer.

"Marquis, what do you say?"

Left General Lin Feng swallowed. For a moment, he did not know what to say.

"Military orders stand firm as mountains!"

"But keep this quiet for now. Wait until Xu Hour."

The Marquis of Xinwu was decisive, too. He gathered his true qi and burned the envelope to ashes.

The Left and Right Generals accepted his orders together.

Then, in the Great Autumn Mountains.

Those assigned to set up camp did so, while the others went about their duties. The hundred