"It doesn't matter,"
Han Xiang's eyes, previously filled with wariness, gradually cleared as he surveyed the chessboard, "Taking cities and land isn't a one-man effort. Once the army collapses, even if he survives alone, he'll be powerless to turn the tide. We can take our time dealing with him then."
"Just a few more days."
Zhong Wuxin said, "Moreover, I heard that a couple of days ago, he publicly burned a secret letter from the supervising army that had communication with us, and chose not to investigate. Afterwards, he opened the granaries to feed his troops every meal, using this method to forcibly stabilize the soldiers' morale. The more he does this, the more it shows they are at the end of their tether. Today's attack on the vanguard camp is probably just a sign of his anxiety, wanting to quickly probe for our vulnerabilities."
"But we must not be careless,"