"Capture the cities of the Zhao state at the fastest speed." Zhao Feng spoke immediately.
"Wait another ten days." Wang Jian said.
"Why?" Zhao Feng looked on, confused.
"You have barely fifty thousand elite soldiers under your command. Half a month ago, I sent a memorial to the Great King, requesting new troops. They are already on the road, and will arrive within ten days." Wang Jian replied.
Zhao Feng's eyes lit up. He immediately asked, "How many new troops?"
"Do you not know how many men are in a main battle camp?" Wang Jian glanced over and said irritably.
"Fifty thousand new troops?" Zhao Feng asked tentatively.
"Exactly fifty thousand, and they've already undergone three months of training as new recruits. Afterward, let them be tempered on the battlefield."
"Moreover, the Great King has bestowed upon you command of the main battle camp—the Fourth Main Battle Camp of Lantian Camp." Wang Jian spoke with utmost solemnity.
"I accept the order."
