"Please speak, Grand Preceptor," Wang Ren and Yu Changsi said simultaneously.

Aragas said, "Zhao Cheng's vanguard has suffered heavy losses in several battles and is exhausted. Let Bedor hold the northern front; Zhao Cheng won't be able to cause any trouble. General Wang, you can focus all your efforts on attacking Zhao Huan. With Bedor there, you have no worries about your rear."

Wang Ren and Yu Changsi exchanged a glance.

Ultimately, Aragas was unwilling to send his men to attack Zhao Huan's camp.

This time, however, Wang Ren did not reveal the truth. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Grand Preceptor, General Beiduo is valiant, and his soldiers are all brave warriors. Since you have determined that Zhao Cheng's army is exhausted, can 30,000 men stop Zhao Cheng?"

Aragas chuckled, several wrinkles appearing on his already lined face.

"General Wang, are you really going to make me cut off some flesh?"

"I have said it before, I will remember the great kindness of the Imperial Preceptor for the rest of my life!"

Aragas sighed, turned around, and said, "Tuomojiu, go find Bedor and lead 20,000 men to accompany General Wang."

"yes!"

After Aragas arrived, Tuo Mo Jiu naturally went from being King Blade's subordinate to being one of Aragas's men.

"I have one condition."

Aragas stopped and turned his head, saying, "My soldiers are suffering from acclimatization issues in Dajing and are not suited for prolonged fighting. So, General Wang, please stop holding back and order everyone to attack, and end this war as soon as possible!"

Wang Ren said, "My men are already at the front lines."

"I'm just getting old, but I'm not blind."

Aragas looked south and said, "Although Du Yu failed in Chengdu, he still has more than 20,000 men. What, aren't those 20,000 men surnamed Wang?"