What did a little loss of face matter? As long as Han Wei did not seize on something he could use against him and report it to the national capital, Situ Long was willing to do anything.
Once the awkwardness passed, it was time to discuss business. After Situ Long gave a half-true, half-false account of his experiences, Han Wei and the generals and advisers of the Cangling Army's New Army were all left speechless.
It was not that they wanted to say something, but that they had no idea what to say.
Everyone had witnessed the Desert Star's strength. For centuries, they had held the Northern Barbarians outside the Death Desert, never allowing the enemy to cross the line by a single step. And then there was Situ Long's own strength-he was a Saint!
Yet they had still been chased and beaten by the Self-Defense Army. Why?
Situ Long had considered capturing the king to catch the bandits first. But when Jiang Hao was absent, so was he. When he went to provide support after Ouyang Mingyue's defeat, Guo Dundun had hidden in the rear and refused to show himself. What could he do?
If he could not capture the enemy commander, taking people like Yang Qingliu or Liu Zhiwei seemed to make little difference to the overall situation. Without Liu Zhiwei, there was still Yang Qingliu; without Yang Qingliu, there was still Shen Zaitian. Without capturing the commander, any change he could bring to the battle would naturally be negligible. Besides, Deputy Director Liu Zhiwei was now a Transcendent Master himself, and capturing him would not be easy.
In warfare between armies, no matter how strong an individual was, they truly could not turn the battle around-unless they were a freak like Jiang Hao, with skills that could