General You looked at the tiny black specks in the sky and shook his head helplessly. "We can hit them, sure, but from this distance, it won't do much to them."
Dong Zhuo furrowed his brow, unwilling to accept it. "So our ten thousand men died for nothing?"
The other generals who served Dong Zhuo couldn't help grumbling to themselves. Those men had been sent to die by Dong Zhuo in the first place. How had their deaths suddenly become a waste?
One of his trusted aides knew Dong Zhuo was trying to save face, so he replied with a smile, "Marshal, it wasn't a total loss. At least we've learned that when we face Wang Yue in the future, we'll need a first-grade expert at the side of our commander. Otherwise, he'll kill as many as we send.
"Of course, if we don't care about the soldiers' lives and throw thirty or fifty thousand men at him, we might be able to overwhelm them. Their sword rain was already starting to falter."
Dong Zhuo's aide said this because Jiang Ni's sword rain had indeed grown less deadly toward the end. But they had no idea that Wang Yue hadn't been the one wielding the sword rain at all, and so they had drawn the wrong conclusion.
Dong Zhuo nodded, his expression grave. "In that case, I'll write to Her Majesty the Empress and explain what happened here. As long as Wang Yue is in Northern Liang, we'll need a first-grade expert working with our commander to surround and kill him."
His trusted aide hurriedly nodded. "Exactly, Marshal. The reason Wang Yue only flew away instead of coming to ambush us was that our general had a first-grade expert at his side."
But as soon as he finished speaking, a