Qin Camp!
"Report."
"To report to Senior General."
"Scout reports that Lian Po is currently engaged in battle."
Yang Duanhe quickly entered the tent, making his report in an urgent tone.
Evidently, upon receiving the news, he had rushed here at once.
"Lian Po is in battle?"
Wang Jian was startled, his gaze once again settling on the map, finally fixing upon Lincheng.
"If the army fighting Lian Po has come from Lincheng, then everything makes sense." Wang Jian spoke slowly, a faint smile on his face.
"From Lincheng?"
"Zhao Feng?"
Yang Duanhe understood at once, but his expression was one of extreme shock and strangeness.
"How long has it been?"
"How could Zhao Feng have broken through Lincheng so quickly?"
"That's impossible!"
Yang Duanhe said in astonishment.
"Perhaps you think it's impossible, but Zhao Feng has indeed done it."
Wang Jian gave a faint smile, with a hint of pride on his face.
The one who had achieved this victory was his own son-in-law now.
