Capital City.
Imperial Palace.
Zhongjue Hall.
Over the past few months, Prince Regent Cao Huan and the Cabinet officials have been eating and drinking here, never leaving even a step away.
The western battle is crucial—once there is a mishap,
the Great Sheng Dynasty could face...
the possibility of a pincer attack from three sides and complete disintegration!
Months had passed since the White Robe had been requested from Liangzhou.
The last report from Jiazhou stated that the White Robe led the entire army across the river to assist Cloud Top Prefecture, only to be forced to leave the city for a decisive battle.
During the process, the enemy and our side clashed several times, but neither side emerged victorious.
Then, it was the frontal clash of 170,000 troops against 350,000 troops.
They continued several days without rest, waiting here around the clock for news.
"Report—"
"Urgent report from Jiazhou—"
Finally, the long-awaited voice rang out.
"How is it?!"
