"Just a thousand men?"
Liu Xin and Zhuge Liuyun were both deeply disappointed, even suspecting Ling Chen was joking with them.
What could a thousand men possibly do? Against Black Chonghou's fifty-thousand-strong army, they wouldn't even be enough for a mouthful.
"I'm not joking."
Ling Chen knew what they were thinking and immediately waved his hand. "A thousand men will suffice. I will ensure Black Chonghou's forces are annihilated."
Upon hearing this, the corners of Liu Xin's and Zhuge Liuyun's mouths twitched. Did Ling Chen really think Black Chonghou's army was made of paper? One thousand against fifty thousand—unless these thousand men were forged from iron, there was no chance of victory.
"Alright, you two head back and await the good news."
Ling Chen didn't want to say more, his tone clearly indicating he was seeing them out.
