As soon as Qi Zihao spoke these words, all the commanders present chimed in agreement.
"That's right, facing an army of ten thousand with just two thousand requires a one-to-five fight, but as far as I know, although our Great Han's Imperial Guard is formidable, the soldiers of Mo'Er are battle-hardened in their native land of Nanjiang.
General Dugu and Divine Hunter Ji only took two thousand Imperial Guards, claiming they could defeat them; such bold words, I'm afraid even the War God in person wouldn't dare claim such a thing!"
Once these words were spoken, many people nodded along, expressing that they shared the same thoughts.
For a moment, the assembly hall was in an uproar.
They kept talking but couldn't come to any conclusion.
The Emperor's face was bloodless, yet he showed signs of joy. He waved his hand vigorously, indicating to everyone to stop speaking.
He looked at the National Master and asked, "What does the National Master think of this matter?"
