Fa Zheng took a glance at Zhao Yun's expression and immediately knew Zhao Yun didn't believe him, but he wasn't bothered. Had he not discovered the collective psychological hindrance among the Southern Huns along the way, he wouldn't have had a particularly good solution.
However, now that he had found the opponent's heart weakness, for Fa Zheng, it became effortless to deliver a fatal blow to the Southern Huns.
"We are all light cavalry, and the Southern Huns have at least a hundred thousand. Even if my father led an equal number of wolf cavalry, it would probably be difficult to handle," Lyu Qiling said, twirling her hair, somewhat skeptical about Fa Zheng's proposal.
"Some things aren't merely about numbers," Fa Zheng smiled lightly at Lyu Qiling, "If war were just about counting heads, renowned generals would be mere jesters."
