Su Zhe seemed quite satisfied with Xiao Jingrui's answer. He turned and asked Wang Yue, "What do you think, Young Master Wang?"
Wang Yue shook his head, sounding uncertain. "I wasn't there myself, so I don't know what happened back then. But looking at the terrain, unless the commander was a fool, he wouldn't have let all seventy thousand troops get trapped here. Unless there was some kind of conspiracy?"
Now it was Su Zhe's turn to be curious. He asked in surprise, "Young Master Wang, you know military strategy?"
Wang Yue nodded and gave his usual glib answer. "It's a family tradition."
Wang Ping couldn't help twitching at Wang Yue's words. The Wang family's lessons were about killing people, not military strategy.
But he had been an assassin, after all, and was very good at controlling his emotions. He didn't let anyone notice how hard he was trying not to laugh.
Xiao Jingrui was curious too, but he didn't want to put his friend on the spot. With a smile, he changed the subject. "Since we're at this ancient battlefield, and there happen to be three of us, why don't we each represent one side and recreate the battle from back then?"
Seeing how interested Xiao Jingrui was, Su Zhe could only say helplessly, "I'm just a man of the martial world. I can't compare with either of you and your family traditions."
Xiao Jingrui didn't mind. He took a map from a servant's pack behind him and said casually, "It's just a game, and it doesn't matter who wins. How about you choose first, Brother Su?"
Seeing that there was no getting out of it, Su Zhe said helplessly, "Then I'll have to accept."
All three understood military affairs, so they reenacted the battle from back then and