His father had often gone to the military camps when he was alive, leaving him and his mother at home.
After some pleasantries, Zheng Xiu learned that in addition to Huo Huo's hundred-man contingent, Shen Shizong was also leading one. This brought the total to two hundred elite soldiers escorting the marriage party north, across the border into the Northern Barbarian Countries.
Zheng Xiu felt somewhat relieved after confirming there were no more soldiers waiting up ahead.
Two hundred men, even if they were military elites, was definitely not a force meant for war.
Trying to conquer the Northern Barbarians with just two hundred men was undoubtedly a fool's dream.
But after his brief relief, another thought struck Zheng Xiu, and his heart sank.
'Wait.'
'Doesn't this mean that if we cross the Northern Barbarian Border and the Barbarians go back on their word, our two hundred men will be swallowed up without making a single ripple?'
