At nightfall, a hundred thousand troops were in the Wei Army camp, torches ablaze.
Lu Jian stood at the entrance of the barracks, raising his head to gaze at the towering, pitch-black city walls in the night.
As Gu Lan and Rong Heng had surmised, the entire day's assault on the city was merely a test.
Now, he had gauged the depths of Yinzhou.
At most twenty thousand defenders, among them five thousand being the Heavy Armor Pingnan Army, a few thousand cavalry; indeed formidable for the time being.
Despite the successful battle, there was no joy on Lu Jian's face, something flickered in his eyes.
Withdrawing his gaze, he looked in another direction.
There stood the Bian of Wei Country.
In just a few days, the Young Prince, who carried the hopes of his master and Princess Consort Jin, would be born. Unlike those princes in Bian, he was an infant, easy for the Princess Consort to control.
