"Yes! Obediently follow my lord's teachings!"
"You are teachable!" You laugh loudly, feeling extremely pleased by the sense of disciplining others!
"Everyone, except Zilong, leave."
"Yes."
After everyone leaves, you talk face-to-face with Zhao Yun. Apart from the two of you, no one knows the specific content of the conversation. Only Zhao Yun's guards see you leaving the commander's tent and going to the nearby stream for a bath. Zhao Yun, on the other hand, stays inside for a while longer, then walks out with a thoughtful expression to hold another pre-battle meeting with the generals.
The next day at the ugly hour, the night is deeply shrouded, as if nature itself lends a hand, covering the bright moon with dark clouds.
Leading 5,000 men, Zhao Yun quietly advances towards Lujiang City.
Standing atop a tree at a high point outside Lujiang City, you hold your hands behind your back, smiling into the early morning cold wind, gazing at Lujiang City ahead.
