Arrow Pierces Mist, Shattering Enemy Courage; Proud Hu's Broken Bones Bury the Mountain Ridge

He had no time to think. He hurriedly weaved between the various units, running as he shouted earnest warnings, "Brothers, absolutely not!

You must not press forward!

Listen to me—this is all an enemy trap!"

He quickly caught up to an officer who was about to order his men forward and grabbed his arm. His expression was as grave as storm clouds pressing down overhead, his tone nearly pleading. "Brother, listen to me. That bearded brother wasn't brave—he was lucky!

It's not that the enemy hasn't fought back. They're deliberately luring us in, trying to make us lower our guard and walk into their trap!

They really can pinpoint positions by sound. Earlier, we barely managed to interfere with their judgment only because of the deafening clamor all around us.

But once we press forward on a large scale, the footsteps and bowstrings of so many brothers will be far too dense. There'll be no way to conceal them.

When they counterattack, we'll be completely unprepared. The casualties will be devastating, and we'll be mauled by them instead!"

As he spoke, he shook his head hard, his eyes filled with anxiety. He wished he could pour every danger he knew straight into the other man's mind.

But that officer was already in a hurry. Delayed by him like this, his unit had been beaten to the lead by the one beside it, and frustration immediately flared in his chest.

He flung off the first wave ambush officer's hand, his face full of impatience. "Lucky? I think the enemy scared the wits out of you!

They're practically about to shoot through that shield wall and claim a great merit, while you're still here spouting alarmist nonsense!

I think you're just afraid we'll steal your thunder. That's why you keep stopping us.