Xingyang City.
Liu Bang, Luo Yi, Lü Ze, Zhang Liang, and the other senior commanders of the Han army sat in a circle, studying the battle report Han Xin had sent. None of them spoke.
On closer inspection, their faces were blank with bewilderment, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Only Luo Yi, though shaken, had eyes brimming with smiles. Apart from matters concerning the Luo Clan, recommending Han Xin to Liu Bang was the proudest achievement of his life.
One thought echoed through all their minds: How could this man be so formidable? Was he even human?
Only a year had passed since Liu Bang borrowed those troops. Surely that was barely enough time even to train them, yet he had already subdued Zhao State, Dai State, and Yan State?
Zhang Liang had drawn up his plans with a timetable of at least five years. He had never expected Han Xin's abilities to exceed his expectations so completely.
Liu Bang finally recovered from his shock. Looking around at everyone, he said, "The Great General's achievements are simply too great. Neither the title of lord nor marquis could repay his service.
"Short of making him a king, I truly do not know what I could reward him with.
"Dispatch an envoy at once with my decree. Confer upon the Great General the title of King of Zhao, and have him command the armies of Zhao, Dai, and Yan, march south, and join Qi in attacking Chu."
No one objected. Luo Yi frowned slightly but said nothing.
They all bowed their heads in assent. The great battle against Chu State was finally approaching, and the atmosphere abruptly grew tense.
The envoy hurried off with the decree to find Han Xin.
At that moment, Han Xin commanded several hundred thousand troops from Wei,