When Xie Xun returned to the military camp, his face was grim and his heart was ablaze with urgency. "Sannan has deployed troops across twelve states. Last night, Han Ziqi led ten thousand men in a surprise attack on West State. Sannan's one hundred sixty thousand troops have already arrived in Lanzhou."
The tent fell into dead silence.
General Zhou nearly leapt up. "What's wrong with those Sannan people? They think they can fight my twelve states with just one hundred sixty thousand shrimp soldiers and crab generals? Did they conspire with the Beiman or something?"
"Ningzhou is already engaged in battle, Salt City still needs to be garrisoned to keep Yuwen Jing in check. We don't have the manpower to divert to Jiaozhou. Wait… Lanzhou? Isn't Lanzhou a city in Jiangnan, west of us?"
"Second Young Master, how should we fight this?"
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