Duke Li is already using extraordinary means.
Yemen Pass is a town gate, and the food inside is far from enough for so many people to eat.
The opposing side has one hundred thousand men, but they are the absolute brave and elite ten thousand left after occupying the city; here, there are seventy thousand troops, but they are a mix of various defending forces, and their morale is not so stable as a defeated army.
Li Guanyi couldn't help but feel amused.
Language is truly a great art.
Duke Li is really a bold politician, a cunning old fox. If I were just an ordinary young general, I would have been confused by the seventy thousand versus one hundred thousand, with reinforcements and feigned troops, and overwhelmed by my passionate blood.
Li Zhaowen has gone to cooperate with the Duke's Mansion troops.
Li Guanyi looked at the endless Western Regions' formations in the distance—
The Shatuo Tribe is at the center.
