"Only fifty thousand war horses? Didn't you say I had the makings of a Shangjiangjun? The new camp will definitely need a cavalry unit," Zhao Feng said with a chuckle.
Wang Jian, upon hearing this, immediately became infuriated. "Get lost!"
"Wang Ben and Yang Duanhe have been eyeing those war horses for quite some time now."
"Almost all of Qin's war horses are in the Northern Frontier Camp. Now that we've finally obtained so many, you want to swallow them all in one go? You really have the nerve to ask," Wang Jian scolded.
Zhao Feng was not afraid and continued to chuckle, "Well, father-in-law, I'm not here to discuss it with you. If you don't give them to me, I'll go back to Xianyang and discuss it with the Great King."
"Are you actually threatening me?" Wang Jian glared.
"The Lantian Camp is primarily an infantry force, so father-in-law, don't overthink it."
"You're definitely not getting this batch of war horses."
"Well then, I'll be taking them tomorrow."
"Farewell."
