Looking at the stubborn Jin Feng, many Tu An commanders dared not say anything further.
The Personal Guard Commander returned to the main camp.
"General."
"These Tu An commanders refuse to let our army cross the border," the Personal Guard Commander said angrily.
Zhang Han frowned, showing a hint of displeasure on his face.
"Tu An."
"Very well."
Zhang Han coldly uttered these words.
"So what should we do now?"
"The Donghu may be catching up," the Personal Guard Commander said worriedly.
"So many days have passed, the Senior General might have already succeeded in the surprise attack on the Barbarian Royal Court."
"As long as the foreign tribes receive the news, they will undoubtedly retreat."
"Therefore."
"Perhaps there's no need to worry about the chasing troops," Zhang Han said deeply.
"Understood," the Personal Guard Commander nodded.
"Pass the order."
"March south."
