"Song Yuanqing is straightforward and candid. He is the youngest son of the Song Family, with a love for martial arts since childhood and exceptional skills. In the entire Song Family, he is the only military general."
After speaking, Zhao Zun's gaze roamed across the river, as if pondering something.
In the distance, near the stone bridge, the Xuzhou Army was slowly advancing, their iron armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Zhao Zun stood in a high place, his gaze sharp like a hawk. Gradually, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a meaningful smile.
He turned his head, lowered his voice, and said to Han Lei beside him, "Girl, our army... is ready."
Han Lei's eyes brightened, a touch of excitement in her tone, "How so?"
"Heh heh." Zhao Zun only smiled without speaking.
