"That Pretender Emperor personally led his army south to campaign against Cao Cao. He took all his troops with him, leaving Chang'an City short of soldiers!"
"Do you understand? Chang'an is short of soldiers!"
Ma Chao could not be bothered speaking in riddles to these barbarians anymore. He laid it out plainly. "As long as you muster your troops and attack Chang'an City now, you can definitely take it!"
"Haven't you always wanted revenge for the massacre at the Royal Court? This is your chance!"
He had held his troops back all this time precisely to wait for an opportunity, and now it had finally come!
The Imperial Court's attention was all focused on Cao Cao, and even the Son of Heaven was personally leading the expedition. Clearly, the Imperial Court must have emptied its nest this time.
If he sent his troops out now, taking Chang'an would be as easy as turning his hand!
He might even retake Yong Province and Si Province in one stroke!
Only after hearing Ma Chao's words did the tribal chiefs come to their senses. Yet they were not nearly as excited as he had imagined. Instead, hesitation appeared on every face.
"Why aren't any of you speaking?"
Seeing their reaction, Ma Chao could not help frowning. He had expected these fellows to howl with excitement at the news, but the result was nothing like what he had anticipated.
"Heavenly General."
The Zhongqiang Tribe's chief sighed softly. "This is indeed a fine opportunity, but... we are desperately short of troops now."
"All the surviving warriors of our tribes combined amount to only thirty thousand. How can so few troops break through the passes around Chang'an?"
"Even if we get through, if Chang'an City isn't short of troops, not only will we fail to capture