Not long after the order was issued, all the surrounding territories had received Zhao Guang's command.
"My lord, Marquis Xuanwu has issued another command, asking us to immediately take our troops and assist," said a middle-aged man with a small mustache, his face filled with irritation. "Haven't I said that I won't get involved in this kind of thing? I'm not the territory at the very border, and the battle hasn't reached my side yet."
Before, it had, but he didn't dare to face the onslaught of the Klein Empire's troops.
After all, it was always Duke Awgus's men who bore the brunt in every battle; they were merely there to lend a helping hand.
Now, just a Marquis from the North, mighty by himself.
Such a man also wanted them to pick sides? Impossible. In their hearts, Zhao Guang was forcing them to choose a side. They were all old hands at this; how could they so easily reveal their stance?