Yang Guan held four hundred thousand troops in his hand, yet when facing Chu Feng's two hundred thousand men, he had continually avoided battle, leaving everyone watching this war utterly unable to make heads or tails of it.
"Big Brother, when will we begin the war?"
This was not Yang Xiu's first time asking. He came to ask nearly every day, yet all he ever received was Yang Guan's answer to wait a little longer.
As expected, today's reply was still that the time was not yet ripe.
Thoroughly frustrated, Yang Xiu stormed back to his residence. This was his private dwelling; apart from a few trusted subordinates, no one else knew of it.
"Damn it! No battle today, no battle tomorrow—are we supposed to wait a year and a half before fighting?"
Yang Xiu took a fierce gulp of wine, barely suppressing the knot in his heart. His men wanted to dissuade him, but when he lifted his eyelids, they could only withdraw obediently.
"Drinking is forbidden in the army, but never mind. There's no battle today, so a few cups won't hurt."
Yang Xiu belched and lifted the wine jar beside him again.
He was not the only one. Many soldiers in the army did the same, secretly drinking a few cups whenever they had free time. With no battle to fight, how could they let the days slip away in vain?
Yang Guan knew all about these matters, but with several hundred thousand men under his command, how could he possibly enforce every order without exception? He simply turned a blind eye, for according to his plan, there would be no battle today at the very least.
"Are Chu Feng's troops outside the city still hurling insults?"
Yang Guan sat in the great hall within the city,