"Oh?"
Song Yu raised an eyebrow slightly: "What military intelligence do you have? Let me hear it."
Mu Xian, although a bit impatient, couldn't just turn around and leave at this moment. He could only bear his temper and said in a deep voice, "The scouts in the front reported back that Xue Xian is leading tens of thousands of troops and is building pontoons to prepare to cross the river. The target should be Fufeng again."
Upon hearing this, Song Yu's eyes immediately lit up.
The several deputy generals around him also showed eager expressions and said one after another, "It couldn't come at a better time!"
"Lord Song, this time, we mustn't let them escape again."
"Yesterday's battle ended halfway and was simply a disgrace to our army. Lord Song, you cannot let Xue Xian think that Fufeng is just a clay statue of a city!"
