C801 Zhang Jing-ming

Under Zhang Hee's lead, ten thousand Xiliang Army s travelling through the night sky, slowly advancing on a dark, flat path. Although they were complaining nonstop, the Liang Prefecture Army was, after all, a force that had been through hundreds of battles, and they were barely able to persevere through this pain.

"General Zhang, General Zhang!"

Zhang Hee turned around and shouted