Bai Sends Victorious News, King Suspects Trouble; Ren Deploys Clever Plans, Repeatedly Requests Aid

Wei Bai hurriedly handed the bamboo slip to the King of Wei, a trace of delight in his voice. "Your Majesty, look!

The Yan army has already set out and is marching on Wu'an!

This is a brilliant move to pull the firewood from beneath the cauldron!

As long as we can hold out in Chenliu for a few more days and wait for Zhao Cheng to return to reinforce Wu'an, Wei State's crisis will naturally be resolved!"

The King of Wei took the bamboo slip, his gaze sweeping over the writing upon it, yet there was not the slightest hint of joy on his face.

With one hand braced against the icy city wall, he slowly sank to the ground, his back pressing against the rough bricks. His voice was weak. "Do you think... we can hold out until then?"

The smile on Wei Bai's face instantly froze, as though someone had poured a basin of cold water over him.

His mouth opened, but in the end, he could only lower his head and mutter darkly, "Perhaps... we won't be able to hold on."

They knew better than anyone just how sharp the Blood-Clad Army's edge was.

Even Daliang's walls, so sturdy and imposing, had been reduced to flying ash in the blink of an eye beneath Zhao Cheng's explosive cannons. Yongqiu had fallen even more swiftly.

There were not many fortified cities left within Wei State's borders. Beneath those iron hooves and that piercing army, how long could they possibly stand?

Most likely, before the Yan army even reached the walls of Wu'an, Chenliu would already have been trampled flat by the Blood-Clad Army.

"Chu State... truly has no intention of sending reinforcements?"

The King of Wei asked again, his voice full of hope.

"No."

Wei Bai shook