A full hundred thousand troops of the Han Army had formed two enormous battle formations to the east and west, leaving a narrow passage between them, as though an immortal in the heavens had cleaved them apart with a single stroke.
Warships stretched across the Wei River, every vessel packed with soldiers.
Looking at this sight, Guo Jia could not help marveling, "Our Great Han's mighty army truly has no equal beneath heaven. What a magnificent sight."
"Everyone says the Liang Province Iron Cavalry's might surpasses all others, but from what I see, the Han Army's tiger-wolf might far exceeds theirs."
A full hundred and sixty thousand troops of the Han Army, though not even half the military strength of Emperor Wu's reign, still offered a glimpse of how magnificent the Han Army had been at its peak.
Without witnessing it firsthand, one could not feel its might.
"His Majesty rose from nothing in just a few short years, rooting out traitors on all sides and taking power into his own hands. It truly was no easy feat."
"It's just a pity I cannot accompany His Majesty on this campaign."
Fa Zheng sighed as well, his voice filled with regret.
Although he had requested to accompany the army, the Son of Heaven had later considered that Jia Xu alone might be overwhelmed managing logistics while guarding Chang'an, and so had decided to leave him behind.
Seeing Fa Zheng stroke the sword at his waist, Guo Jia could not help laughing. "If His Majesty permitted it, you really would go with the army, wouldn't you? Do you want to set foot on the battlefield that badly?"
Fa Zheng's expression turned solemn at those words. Raising his head to look at the tens of thousands of troops standing solemnly in the rain,