Tuoba Hong lay on the couch, touching the knife wound on his chest. The bleeding had stopped, but it would surely leave a big scar.
While aggravated, he thought of Zhan Hui's arm also being wounded by a blade because of him, and so he laughed viciously.
"Zhan Family, wait for the revenge of the Western Rong!"
The King of Western Rong, hearing that out of the first battle's hundred thousand soldiers, seventy thousand had died, flew into a rage!
His anger spread throughout his body, and with a fierce push, he shoved away the beauty by his side, stood up, and commanded loudly: "All troops, be prepared. Attack Fengyu Pass before nightfall!"
His eyes narrowed, thinking to himself: Initially ordering Tuoba Hong as the vanguard officer was because he knew about Nanjin. Having bribed some treacherous officials of Nanjin, he thought he could negotiate and possibly achieve victory without deploying a single soldier.