An hour had passed.
Zheng Fan, about to give the order, suddenly confronted a problem—a crucial and potentially fatal one. Lord Jingnan had meticulously arranged everything, but could there have been some misjudgment when it came to Zheng Fan's own assignment? For instance, the task of a direct assault on the Royal Palace of the Jin State had been given to him because of his track record leading two military raids on Mianzhou city. The glaring issue, however, was that Liang Cheng had actually commanded the troops on both of those occasions.
At this realization, Zheng Fan's hand began to tremble slightly. Anyone who rises through cheating or shortcuts might appear competent on ordinary days, but they inevitably panic when real trouble strikes. Taking a deep breath, he told himself: Don't panic over anything. If all else fails, just lower your head, raise your knife, and scream "Ula!" That's it. Because now, there really was no other choice.
