Saying this, Prince Fu pointed at a middle-aged man in leather armor standing there and said,
"Meng Geng."
"At your service, My Prince."
"Tell me, if Old Bastard Yang dares to lead his army into battle, what will be the outcome?"
"My Prince, the Yan Jingnan Army has fifty thousand men. However, including their rear camp and local garrisons, their total strength could reach several hundred thousand."
Militarily, the Qian people have always lacked confidence when facing the Yan people. The root of this all lies in the battle where the first Earl of North Border, with merely thirty thousand men, defeated an army of five hundred thousand, completely shattering the martial spine of the Qian people.
"Ah, the numbers are even," Prince Fu sighed. Our numbers are on par with the Yan people. So why the hell would we initiate an attack!
"My Prince, the Yan Jingnan Army is cavalry."
