He didn't continue. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Their faces were filled with pride and pride.
It was night. All was silent, and the night was as cold as water.
Zhang Wen and Zhang Liang stood side by side on the city wall of Guangzong, looking to the north at the same time. In the north was the entrance of the Gourd Valley, where the Yellow-scarved Army was defeated more than 20 days ago.
"Have the disciples all gathered?"
"It's ready. There are forty-two thousand Yellow-scarved Strongmen in total, but the number of warmen is forty-8,000. There are also more than seventy thousand old, weak, women and children. Stay in the city."
Zhang Liang couldn't hold back his excitement. They were going to fight!
Even if he thought about it with his toes, he knew that his eld
