Just the two words "Northern Expedition" seem like a flame, igniting Yue Pengwu's heart. He looked at the letter, the heroic feelings surging within him were almost uncontrollable. Finally, he closed his eyes, took up the letter, and strode out of the place.
Accompanied by the long ringing cries of the war horses as wild as dragons.
Yue Pengwu slung the long pouch carrying the Li Quan Divine Spear behind him and rode straight towards Xue Tianxing's camp. This Taiping Army division, composed of tens of thousands of soldiers, saw a lone rider galloping from afar, at first alert, each holding their weapons, ready to shout loudly.
Upon closer inspection, they saw Yue Pengwu's true form, hurriedly rushing in to report.
"General Yue, please wait a moment. Orders are in place, forgive us for not saluting."
Yue Pengwu slightly folded his arms, without any arrogance.
