"Chi Hanu, that brat, is much more cautious than his father; he completely ignores the taunting strategy!"
General Long cursed under his breath, "Isn't that right? Every damn day I send men to challenge them, cursing them back to their eighteenth ancestors, but that son of a gun just cowers in the city without daring to come out. How the hell are we supposed to fight this!"
Si Chu, carrying a chill, swept the curtains aside and entered the tent, handing off his armor to a soldier next to him.
Immediately, a soldier brought over freshly brewed ginger tea. The taste was extremely spicy, hardly enjoyable, but the effect was immediate; after a bowl went down, warmth returned to the body at once.
Having put down the bowl, Si Chu looked at Ji Jing next to him: "What do you think?"