"Qin Feng's fifty thousand troops haven't arrived at Wuchuan City!"
Xu Ning, rushing nonstop to Wuchuan City, quickly explained the situation to Xia Chuan, but the response he received left him instantly dumbfounded.
He was stunned for just a moment before quickly realizing something. His expression changed abruptly as he looked at Xia Chuan, only to find that Xia Chuan's face looked no better than his own.
Pah...
"Clearly, before the battle, each of the four armies was equipped with three thousand Yellow Candles, and yet Luo Yuan still fell into the trap. How could he be a Central Marshal?"
Xia Chuan slammed the table and stood up directly from his chair.
Xu Ning's expression was somber as he said: "The scouts were too careless. The Wuchuan army camp and East Valley City are only two or three kilometers apart, and Marshal Luo has been watching from above. Who knew that the group in Cai Qiu's faction could use deceitful techniques right under his nose..."
