"You're dispatching planes to search for those heavy artillery positions?" As he stepped out of Zhao Yu's room, Zhao Zheng looked towards the "royal kin" he never recognized before, Zhao Feng: "I'm guessing they're 250mm guns, I've seen them before."
Zhao Feng shook his head and explained: "The airfield is no longer safe, most of the planes have been relocated to an airfield further south. According to the plan, Fengjiang will soon become a battlefield."
"Does the Great Tang Empire plan to build a bridge at Hidden Sword Gorge?" Zhao Zheng voiced his conjecture, asking tentatively.
"It's no secret, indeed they do. Losing Fengjiang doesn't matter, as in a few months, the roads on the other side of Hidden Sword Gorge will be through anyway." Zhao Feng mentioned this with pride written all over his face. He didn't need to pretend, he was truly working for the Great Tang Empire.
