「Mid-March.」
Good news arrived from the frontline.
Commander of the Southwest Shi Yang led his troops and fiercely drove the few Grassland Tribes that had been harassing the borders of the Great Chu Dynasty back to their lairs.
However, at the same time, from the Northwest, came news of defeat after defeat.
The Emperor flew into a rage upon hearing this.
"Merely a few tribes, no more than ten thousand people in all! What on earth is Fan You, that bastard, doing?"
Is he incapable of fighting? Too old? Ridiculous. He's not even forty yet. Of all those generals and Commanders who unified various regions, which one of them isn't over forty? At this age, one's combat experience is rich, and one's body is still in its prime. Besides, generals rely on their intellect, not brute force. He doesn't need to personally go to the battlefield; he just needs to devise strategies. And even so, he can't win? Has a dog eaten his brain?!
Zhao Junyao grew angrier the more he thought about it.
