"Shouldn't we take advantage of the chaos and attack?" Liu Bei watched the turmoil ahead. Yet Wang Xuan, the commander in chief, merely smiled, completely unconcerned. Unable to hold back, Liu Bei asked the question.
"We don't have time for that. Isn't watching the show more fun?" Wang Xuan leaned against the railing, watching with great relish.
Liu Bei: "..."
This was a major battle! A battle that concerned the fate of the nation! Did he understand that at all?
He now understood how Xi Zhicai, Guo Jia, and the others had felt that day.
"All right, don't rush. Carrying out the original plan is what matters." Wang Xuan snapped open the folding fan in his hand and gently fanned himself.
"Fine!" He wasn't good at directing battles, so he gave up his urge to meddle. His gaze returned to the clash with Yuan Shao's army.
"Zaizhi, how were you so sure that putting that meat up there would throw them into chaos?" Liu Bei asked curiously.
"I don't know whether it would cause chaos, but I do know Yuan Shao's soldiers must be hungry! When I learned they had begun mobilizing troops at five in the morning, I guessed as much. That's why I had them prepare braised pork—to make them even hungrier. Going into battle on empty stomachs, ready to fight for their lives, and not having their morale plummet would be strange!"
"How did you know they wouldn't be carrying food? Our soldiers have to carry at least three days' worth of rations!" Liu Bei continued asking.
"Come on, Duke Xuande, you've gotten carried away. A few years ago, you only ate two meals a day too, let alone those ordinary soldiers!" Wang Xuan shot Liu Bei a disdainful look and continued, "If you gave soldiers three