"Both, perhaps," Pan Yu said in a low voice. "One person's strength alone can hardly accomplish anything. It takes everyone united as one."
After going through this, both Pan Yu and Yu Rui had felt how small and powerless an individual was on the battlefield.
Even someone as highly skilled in martial arts as Pan Yun could not turn the tide...
"You still have to use your brain," Pan Yu said, sincerely convinced this time. "My elder brother always used to scold me, saying I had courage but no strategy. I thought I just wasn't good at the imperial examinations, that I was not bad at deploying troops and laying out formations. But on the battlefield, it seemed knowing how to fight did not necessarily mean you would win. You also had to, had to..."
Pan Yu scratched his head, not knowing how to put it.
Yu Rui quietly took over, "You also need a ruler willing to heed advice, a great army you can command, colleagues and comrades-in-arms who cooperate properly, and no one stabbing you in the back..."
During the first half of this imperial expedition, everything had been the exact opposite.
Yet after suffering such a crushing loss, everything had instead fallen into place.
Yu Rui's tone grew firmer as he said softly, "I think Lord Yu and your Younger Sister deserve credit for joining forces, but the greatest credit belongs to Prince Cheng."
Pan Yu looked at him.
Yu Rui grew anxious. "I'm not flattering him. I mean it!"
His voice was a little too loud. Startled, he looked around to either side, then hurriedly lowered it. "If the late Emperor had been half as willing to listen to advice as he was, this imperial expedition would never have been defeated."
Ordinary soldiers did not think