"General, what shall we do next?" Niu Zhuang asked.
Yang Zhenshan continued to look at the map but fell into silence.
Everyone looked at each other and did not disturb Yang Zhenshan.
In fact, regarding Cui Liang, Yang Zhenshan did not regard him highly, even though now Cui Liang also had tens of thousands of troops under his command, but in Yang Zhenshan's eyes, Cui Liang's army was merely chickens and dogs, not able to withstand a single blow.
Defeating Cui Liang was not a difficult task.
The real difficulty was the eighty thousand-strong army of the Wuliang Hu Clan.
That was eighty thousand Northern barbarian cavalry!
Like the East Sea Hu Clan, the Wuliang Hu Clan was a nation of soldiers, all born and raised on horseback.
Moreover, the Wuliang Hu Clan was a stable dynasty that had been established for hundreds of years, and its army was a trained one, which was much stronger than the East Sea Hu Clan.
