At the Fengdu Camp within the Donghua territory.
Wu Zhengguo closed his eyes to rest, while all the officers in the camp paced back and forth anxiously.
Chu Feng had repeatedly claimed that he would force the Xi Xia army to withdraw within two hours, but so far, apart from writing that letter, he has not taken any action.
Could it be true?
However, Chu Feng remained seated on the main command platform, calmly sipping tea and appearing confident and composed.
Half an hour passed.
One hour passed.
Two hours had elapsed.
Wu Zhengguo opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as he stared at Chu Feng, sneering, "The two hours have passed, Chu Feng. Xi Xia has not made any move."
"You have lost the bet. You should hand over the military power of Xi Ye and return to Yenching!"
Not far away, Wu Yinglong also breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had narrowly escaped a disaster, finally regaining his composure. He was so excited that he almost cried out.
"Take the Dragon Lord out of the Fengdu Camp!" Wu Zhengguo slammed the table and angrily shouted. Behind him, three thousand elite soldiers of the Wu family immediately unsheathed their long knives, emanating a menacing aura.
"Let's see who dares to disrespect the Dragon Lord. Are you trying to rebel?"
Chen Fengxing stood up, staring directly at the elite soldiers of the Wu family.
"General Chu, do you intend to break the agreement?" Wu Zhengguo's eyes flickered with a fierce and ruthless light.
"Lord Ping Xi, don't worry, just wait a little longer." Chu Feng said calmly, "The good news will come soon."
"Stop playing tricks. I want to see what you are capable of." Wu Zhengguo sneered disdainfully.
"Report…"
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