Zhao City.
Luo Jing left with a heavy heart. He understood his uncle well. Their conversation showed that his uncle was not optimistic about the Han Army's operation, yet also believed it was necessary. This left Luo Jing deeply worried.
The quickest way to accumulate experience in war was through the trials of blood and fire. That was how Han Xin had trained his troops on the battlefield back then. However green the soldiers were, after a few battles, once they had grown accustomed to blood and blades, to life and death on the battlefield, they became seasoned veterans.
As Luo Jing left Zhao City for Chang'an, others came to Luo Ling's quiet room. As soon as they sat down, one asked, "Father, A Jing must have come to ask about the great war between the Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu. Does the clan need to make any preparations?
"If Great Han's prosperity cannot be separated from Fourth Uncle's painstaking efforts, or from our clan, are we really going to stand by and watch?
"Besides, when the nest is overturned, how can any eggs remain intact?"
When the nest was overturned, how could any eggs remain intact!
The Luo Clan's Duke Zhao's State could stand apart from the world now only because it lay within All Xia. If All Xia ceased to exist, how could the Luo Clan possibly retain its present position? In a civil war, they could remain aloof, watch the winds and clouds, and stand undefeated. But in a war against outsiders, especially a war between nations like this, they could not truly stand by.
This was the Luo Clan's responsibility!
Luo Ling pondered these words. Back then, he had gone to the Grasslands of his own accord, willing to expend the clan's accumulated resources to deal