It's not a question of doubting Yan's national power!
It's just that Yan's national power was never strong.
Back then, thirty thousand troops from Zhao nearly pushed Yan to the brink of extinction — and the Daqin Elite Soldiers are stronger than Zhao Jun, with even greater combat prowess.
Especially with Zhao Feng personally commanding, the fighting power multiplies several times over.
This battle!
Zhao Feng is confident he can wipe out Yan with just the Wu'an Military Camp, without needing help from any other camp.
"Currently, Han Fei is in charge of provisioning."
"Send someone with my handwritten letter and have the supplies allocated within two months."
Inside the city.
Zhao Feng was sitting in the main hall of what used to be the Prefect's Mansion, writing up a letter and handing it to Han Chenyan at his side.
"Understood."
Han Chenyan respectfully accepted the letter, then turned and left.
After he left,
Zhao Feng waved his hand.
A surge of vital energy shot out.
