"Ling Feng, the Northwest Army is indeed strong, but separated by thousands of mountains and rivers from the Southern Army, the two forces can't unite easily. I fear that old Han Li won't agree to hoist King Jing's banner so readily?"
Yuan Tiangang shook his head, knowing that the current situation was unclear, making Han Li express his stance wouldn't be easy.
Making Han Li pledge allegiance to King Jing now is tantamount to a distant task that can't address the immediate concerns.
"Just by my name, Ling Feng, I believe the weight is enough!"
Ling Feng smiled calmly, "Moreover, I don't intend for the two armies to combine. As long as Grand Governor Han speaks a word, the garrison of other commanderies won't dare act rashly. Then I'll have more time to sneak into the Imperial City and eliminate Yaan Jinghong that guy! Thus, without losing a single soldier, we can resolve this Empire crisis!"
"This..."
