Shao Pingbo truly could not be called skilled in matters of the battlefield. He had merely been born into a military family and been influenced by it; he had never properly commanded an army himself. Thus, he could not understand what Gao Pin meant by rambling on in such a roundabout manner.
Had it been anyone else, he would likely have grown impatient already. However, Gao Pin's official rank was far above his own. When a superior asked questions, it was not Shao Pingbo's place to decide otherwise.
After a brief silence, he said in a deep voice, "Before the Grand Marshal, I will not conceal anything. My father was once a subordinate general under Meng Shanming in his early years, so I know a little about this matter. Meng Shanming's crippled leg was the result of the war against Han Kingdom. To save the Yan Emperor, he suffered a devastating blow from the Han Army, leaving him permanently disabled. In that battle, Meng Shanming nearly died! Had he died in that battle, the fate of Zhao Kingdom might have been rewritten!"
Gao Pin said, "Zhao Kingdom has already fallen. There is no use speaking further of it. I only ask you, brother—given Meng Shanming's abilities, why was he surrounded and nearly killed by the Han Army?"
Shao Pingbo said, "He advanced rashly in order to save the Yan Emperor!"
Gao Pin waved with a cheerful smile. "No, no, no. Wrong."
Shao Pingbo was immediately puzzled. "Could there be some hidden truth behind it?"
Gao Pin said, "There was no hidden truth. It is merely that people like you view matters differently from those of us who live on the battlefield."
Shao Pingbo immediately cupped his hands. "I would like to hear the Grand Marshal's insight."
Gao Pin raised his