"How is this possible?"
Sha Wenlong paced back and forth anxiously, "They are going too far. If we do as they say, the pressure on the southern defenses will be immense. But if we refuse, I'm afraid we won't make it back!"
He was well aware that they had been deeply encircled for some time.
"How about this!"
Sha Wenlong continued, "Let's pretend to agree for now, and then go back on our word once we return."
"Good idea."
Wang Zhi agreed, "Let's leave General Sha as a hostage then."
"Huh?!"
Sha Wenlong panicked, "General Fang, General Deng?"
Fang Qingyun closed his eyes to rest.
Deng Feng was engrossed in studying the sand table.
No one paid him any attention.
...
Unknowingly,
hours had passed.
It was almost dawn.
The Flying Eagle of Yong Yue Prefecture finally arrived.
"Great!"
Fan Shuzhen was visibly excited, "Strategist, Li Gong has really agreed. What do you think, should we strike now?"
"Don't rush."