"These two thousand, you will personally command."
"This mission is extremely dangerous, a slight misstep could lead to being surrounded by foreign tribes and ultimately wiped out." Zhao Feng said solemnly.
"As a soldier of the Qin Army, I am not afraid of death."
"To be able to severely wound the foreign tribes together with the Senior General, and ensure the peace of Shenzhou, is worth it." Zhang Han immediately bowed.
"I do not want you to die; I want all of you to live."
"Your task is to attract the foreign tribes; do not engage them in battle." Zhao Feng instructed sternly.
"I understand." Zhang Han nodded promptly.
"Very well."
"In this battle with the foreign tribes, their main force will soon arrive."
"Drive the warhorses over and mount them."
"Move out." Zhao Feng waved his hand.
"Yes."
Zhang Han bowed and turned towards the prepared two thousand Qin Cavalry.
"Brothers."
"The pivotal moment has arrived today."
