But a hundred years ago, what was it all about, my lord, could it be that you don't know?
Back then, if not for those generals suddenly rebelling, how could our Qian's five hundred thousand elites have been directly crushed by the Earl of North Border with just thirty thousand cavalry?
Jia Tianhua frowned and reprimanded:
"Do not speak of this again."
Opposite, Han Laowu and Yue Huan, who were sitting, didn't show the kind of surprise one would expect upon hearing such secrets.
Indeed,
For them, one had a father-in-law who was also a regional lord, and a mentor who had once presided over the southwestern battles after being the Tattoo-faced Master. They could know things that ordinary people couldn't.
A hundred years ago, Emperor Taizong of Qian led five hundred thousand elite founding forces on a Northern Expedition.
Because he inherited the throne as the emperor's younger brother, and the crown prince from Emperor Taizu's time was still around.
