Gong Chengshu was overjoyed and the next day he gathered an army of one hundred thousand to press on fully, deploying the Southern Han's Elephant Army in front of the formation.
The cold wind howled.
Duncan's heroic figure stood on a high slope, gazing at the masses of troops in the distance. A hundred thousand soldiers, at first glance, seemed endless, but unfortunately, there were very few marked with one star; the vast majority were marked as militias and civilian laborers.
"With Southern Han's small population, where can they gather an army of one hundred thousand? Even old farmers in their fifties have been forcibly conscripted."
Lu Shanjun looked disdainful, his tiger eyes gazing into the distance, saying, "Not worth a blow."
"Once engaged, these people will collapse at the first touch."
