Madame Ying let out an “Ah,” and said, “What a pity!”

He Lingchuan folded his arms and shook his head. “Nothing can ever be completely perfect. This is already a very good result.”

He knew the quality of Yuan’s army all too well. Apart from the core troops He Chunhua had brought back from Xia Province, the main force he had taken south this time was wildly uneven in quality, and this was also their first time fighting together. By all rights, simply avoiding a complete collapse would already have been respectable. Yet they had managed a forced march and even won a major battle…

Who knew how much effort He Chunhua had poured into them to produce this single decisive victory.

Put anyone else in command, and getting an army like that from the north to the south within seven days would already have been a miracle, never mind throwing them straight into battle afterward.

His old man really was capable.

Adapting...