He had faced an army of nearly two million Northern Barbarians. Holding out desperately for several days had already been no easy feat.
Now your five hundred thousand New Army troops were attacking the four hundred thousand Northern Barbarians Garrison. What were you so proud of? What right did you have to be proud?
Although Jiang Hao had not said it outright, anyone with any sense could recognize the meaning behind his words. Indeed, what did they have to be proud of? Never mind that the Self-Defense Army had held out for several days with two hundred thousand against two million enemies.
The Self-Defense Army's magnificent achievements over the past year alone were beyond anyone's comparison. Had its people stood here boasting or acting proud?
No. And what about them? They had not actually taken the Han Palace Royal Court. They had merely fought a siege that ended in neither victory nor defeat, yet they dared stand here flaunting their might with their noses in the air.
If they were not clowns, who was?
At that thought, everyone lowered their heads in shame, their earlier lofty airs gone. Even Han Su was affected. He silently set down his teacup and unobtrusively sat back down.
Although he remained unconvinced inwardly, at this point, only further proof of his ability would let him hold his head high again.
"Then, Marquis Champion, what plans do you have next?"
His humble request for advice rather surprised Jiang Hao.
Jiang Hao glanced at where he was sitting. It was only a glance, not a sign that he took issue with anything. After all, the man was still the Eldest Prince now. Jiang Hao walked over to Guo Dundun, beside whom an empty chair had already been reserved specifically for him.
After he sat down, a