「Qin Camp!」
"Report."
"Reporting to the Senior General."
"Scouts report that Lian Po is engaging an enemy force."
Yang Duanhe hurriedly entered the tent, his tone urgent. He had clearly rushed over the moment he received the news.
"Lian Po is in battle?" Wang Jian was startled. He looked at the map again, his gaze finally resting on Lincheng. "If the army fighting Lian Po came from Lincheng, then everything makes sense," he said slowly, a smile playing on his lips.
Yang Duanhe quickly understood, but his expression was one of utter shock and confusion. "From Lincheng? Zhao Feng?" he blurted out. "But it's only been such a short time! How could he possibly have taken Lincheng so quickly? That's impossible!"
"Perhaps it seems impossible to you, but Zhao Feng has indeed done it," Wang Jian said with a faint smile, a hint of pride on his face.
The one to accomplish this incredible feat is my own son-in-law.
