To Naha Chu at this moment.
Rage.
Despair.
After plotting so carefully for so long, he had still failed.
"How did you lose?"
"Where is Alishili?"
Suppressing the fury in his heart, Naha Chu asked hoarsely.
"Reporting to the Grand Commandant."
"The Great General... unfortunately fell in battle."
"He was killed by the Ming Army general Zhu... Zhu Ying."
Guantong reported with an ugly expression.
"Fell in battle?"
"That Zhu Ying again?"
Naha Chu's eyes widened. At this moment, he truly could not make sense of it.
With his painstaking arrangements, he had completely encircled the Ming Army in Tieling City, leaving practically no gaps. Under such an encirclement, even if some Ming soldiers escaped with their lives, there should have been no more than a thousand of them.
How could a meticulously planned siege by an army of one hundred and fifty thousand have been broken?
"Tell this Grand Commandant in detail."
"How exactly was the army defeated?"
"This plan was so airtight—how could it possibly have ended like this?!"
Naha Chu asked in a deep voice.
However.
Upon learning that Alishili had already died in battle, Naha Chu's fury eased somewhat. After all, even the Great General commanding the troops had died—what else could he do?
"Reporting to the Grand Commandant."
"We failed to account for the Ming Kingdom's Daning Border Army."
"This defeat was entirely because of the Daning Border Army, because of that Daning Border Army general, Zhu Ying." Guantong said through gritted teeth.
He then reported every detail to Naha Chu: the siege of Tieling, and what had happened after Tieling was set ablaze.
As Tieling City burned, victory had originally been assured. Yet Zhu Ying led his troops charging in, smashed through the encirclement, and even directed the Ming Army to counter-surround the troops