"Third brother, didn't you take people to patrol the city? How did you go back so quickly?" Zhang Jiao said in a low voice.
"Just now, when you were patrolling the night, you found that the soldiers had already lost their fighting spirit. If this continues, sooner or later, they will collapse without fighting," Zhang Liang said with a gloomy face.
"Don't worry. As the old saying goes, a ship will stand at the end of the bridge. We've seen all kinds of storms in recent years." Seeing Zhang Liang's worried face, Zhang Jiao unconsciously smiled slightly.
"But elder brother..." Zhang Liang seemed to have something else to say.
"Don't worry, the official troops will certainly mess up in less than three days!" Zhang Jiao shook his head, stopped Zhang Liang's words, and said firmly.
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