Gongsun Zan wished he could devour Wang Yan alive.
Back when Lingzhi was first surrounded, that Wang bandit had called him "my son" again and again, even declaring before his face that he would kill his entire family. He had originally hoped to reap the benefits while the two sides fought, but Liu Yu had been useless and handed all of You Province over to Wang Yan, leaving him and his twenty thousand troops homeless.
This meeting was even more infuriating. Not a single scout he had sent out returned, and then Wang Yan had blocked the mountain pass with five or six hundred men. The moment he opened his mouth, it was "my son" this and "your father" that. Damn it, the man had no respect for anyone.
His army had marched quickly, yet Wang Yan had still caught him. However, he understood the situation in You Province, and knew Liaodong even better. He was well aware that the forces in Xushui, Ba County, and Quanzhou were nearly the limit of what Wang Yan could draw upon.
The reasoning was simple. The steppe barbarians had to be suppressed, the rear in Liaodong had to remain guarded, and the direction of Bing Province also required vigilance. Concentrating superior forces to deal with Ji Prefecture's offensive was the proper deployment strategy. In Wang Yan's place, he would have done the same.
By comparison, Guangchang was a dead end, guarded by dangerous passes. He refused to believe there were more troops here, so he had done the opposite, intending to find life amid certain death.
So he was not afraid of Wang Yan now, especially when Wang Yan was not even wearing armor. Who the hell was he trying to impress?
Thinking back on past experiences, he instantly understood Wang Yan's intentions.