"Pfft!" Zhang Fei, who was drinking water, spat it out directly, glanced around, and realized that the soldiers led by Gan Lan had already become a chaotic mess after just one wave of pursuit.
"Stop, let me ask, exactly how many people do we have?" Chen Deng asked with a dark expression, suddenly having the feeling he might have been deceived by Fa Zheng.
"Thirty thousand!" Gan Lan replied resolutely, making Zhang Fei feel significantly more confident.
"How many are auxiliary soldiers?" Chen Deng continued to question, his face still black.
"Cough, cough, cough, well, however many auxiliary soldiers you have, that's how many auxiliary soldiers we have. General Gan and Military Advisor Fa brought only three thousand men," Gan Lan said with an awkward laugh. The two thousand men he had were borrowed from Zhang Fei.
"Truly a genius bestowed by heaven!" Chen Deng sighed deeply, no longer harboring any dissatisfaction towards Fa Zheng.
