Zhang Xiaoting heard the noise and saw the strange expressions of the soldiers in the front. He came up to see what had happened.
There was a wooden board with four lines of words standing at the foot of the Yunlong Mountain,
"The Yunlong Mountain
is a good place
for Zhang Xiaoting
to bury himself."
No sooner had Zhang Xiaoting calmed down than he was enraged again.
"How arrogant they are! They have only twenty thousand troops!"
Zhang Xiaoting raved with contempt.
However, thinking of what he had been through these days, he became prudent again.
"If I were them, how would I plan this battle?"
Zhang Xiaoting thought.
He reflected on it and watched the Yunlong Mountains, frowning.
The undulating Yunlong Mountains lay one end in the Yunyu Kingdom and the other end in the Nantang
