Now, is it really that two people mysteriously came to their army, waved their hand, and said they would hand over the fifty thousand troops and several states to themselves?
Even in dreams, they wouldn't dare do such a thing; it's easier to believe if two widows came over...
But he didn't expect that the Long-winning King was actually serious.
The next day, the two armies set up their formations. The Long-winning King, confident in his bravery, stepped forward to duel with the Iron Threshold King, and Zhou Datong inexplicably won. Then the White Horse Silver Saddle strategist from the Long-winning Army came to duel him and also lost, conceding graciously.
Thus, these two men went with the flow and pledged allegiance, and in this muddle-headed manner, the fifty thousand Long-winning Army fell into the hands of the Iron Threshold King Zhou Datong.
Zhou Datong vaguely felt something was amiss, but couldn't pinpoint it, as everything seemed somewhat wrong.
