"Go, relay my orders: have my Second Sister go back to reinforce Guo Dundun and the others, and transfer another five thousand men from the front wall to the rear wall."
"Marquis, the pressure on the front wall is already the heaviest. Wouldn't it be unwise to transfer troops away to reinforce the rear wall?"
Jiang Hailong could not help voicing his concern.
There had only been fifty thousand soldiers defending the front wall to begin with. After their losses and the transfer of another five thousand, how could the remaining forty thousand withstand Xiao Lin's army?
Although the rear wall was under equally heavy pressure, it had one advantage: the wall was short, and the narrow ground outside could not accommodate so many Northern Barbarians attacking at once. As long as they held the wall without yielding an inch, nothing could go wrong.
"It's fine. Just do as I say. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
With Jiang Hao having said that, Jiang Hailong could only carry out his orders.
When Liao Yunxiao returned to the Military Camp, she went straight to the Marshal's Tent and said apologetically, "Jiang Hao, did I end up doing more harm than good?"
Jiang Hao hurriedly shook his head. "Second Sister, this wasn't your fault. The situation on a battlefield changes in the blink of an eye. No one can predict what will happen. On the contrary, I should thank you for getting rid of two troublesome Transcendent Masters for me. Now I don't have to worry about Zhang Jun and Wu Fan's safety."
"But..." It was an indisputable fact that thirty thousand men had died at her hands. How could a few casual words cover that up?
"I told you, Second Sister, you can't be blamed for this. Life and death