Several adjutants stepped out, their faces filled with bewilderment. "Sir, what's wrong?"
Ye Yunfeng crushed the slip of paper in his hand.
His expression was grim. "I'm afraid Mr. Feng won't be sending troops to support us."
"What!?"
Everyone was shocked.
"Sir, why would you say that?"
Ye Yunfeng looked up, gazing toward the Nanhu territory. "Prince Su is dead."
Tuoba Yu was dead, so Tuoba Shan would never let this go.
Last night's sneak attack was the best proof—they had come seeking revenge for Tuoba Yu!
As the main culprit, Ye Yunfeng was naturally their primary target!
"For the Nanhu to dare launch a sudden war, they must have been fully prepared. To take Du State, their first priority would be to cut off outside help. I'm afraid Xia City is probably in trouble right now, too."
Hearing Ye Yunfeng's analysis, the men exchanged tense glances.
They didn't doubt the accuracy of his information; the battle of Long City had already proven a great deal.
