It turns out everyone wants to become the new Khan, and to do so, they need to capture Ren City.
To be honest, a lot of the Turkic soldiers were not very satisfied with this requirement, as conquering the city still meant the higher-ups would become Khan, and they would remain mere foot soldiers.
They could only hope for a tiny bit of the spoils.
But now things were different.
As long as their weapon plunged deep and fiercely into Zhang San's body, the position of Khan would be theirs!
With this thought, the gaze of the roughly 170,000 to 180,000 Tujue people on the battlefield toward Zhang San had all changed.
Seeing this, Zhang San swallowed hard and then whispered to the person next to him, "Once this battle is over, we absolutely have to report to Kaihuang. Over at the Tujue side, I'm equivalent to a Khan! When I return, they've got to bestow upon me the title of a king of a different surname, right?"
Everyone was amused by Zhang San's optimistic attitude.
