691: Fighting at Chaoli Pass (5)

Wei Shou: "..."

He had never felt so royally screwed in his life.

At the sight of this lifelike giant dragon, Wei Shou could feel the powerful literary qi and menace contained within it.

He had spent his life on the battlefield and seen more Literary Scholars than fish crossing a river, but if he had to name the one who made him most wary, even fearful... aside from Chu Wu Hui, there was no one else. Chu Yao knew exactly how to exploit people's weaknesses. The larger the war, the more it favored him. The more people there were, the harder they were to direct. Once chaos broke out, it was almost impossible to regain control.

Chu Yao had made his name as a youth, leaping to fame alongside two other Second Rank Upper-Middle scholars of Chu State as the "Three Outstanding Men." That reputation hadn't come from plotting behind the lines or directing troops from the front. He had been raised to the altar atop the eight thousand white bones of the Northern Desert!

Eighty thousand bones—a real number, if anything an underestimate.

All of them were his achievements alone.

One battle had beaten the Northern Desert's arrogance into the dirt.

The Northern Desert had even offered ten thousand taels of gold for Chu Yao's head.

Jiang Ao had led a hundred thousand troops out of Chaoli Pass. If no one stopped Chu Yao, who knew how many of those hundred thousand would make it back!

"Chu Wu Hui!"

At the same time, he cursed Jiang Ao furiously in his heart.

Before the troops set out, he had hinted that Jiang Ao must not let his guard down. He had practically spelled it out: once the fighting began, Jiang Ao had to charge into the Alliance Army and