After Hong Ming ordered them to hold fast, Gan Ning cursed for a while. Seeing that the enemy would not come out, he returned to the formation to report.
Seeing that he had returned so quickly carrying a bloody head, Qin Tian laughed.
"It would have been one thing had the enemy never seen Xingba's valor. Now that they have, I fear they will never dare come out again!"
Hearing this, Gan Ning was naturally pleased, yet he said with some indignation on his face:
"These Yiyue truly have no courage. They only dare hole up in their stockade. If they refuse to fight, how are we supposed to win?"
"In Xingba's view, if the enemy refuses battle, this stockade cannot be broken?"
Qin Tian was somewhat surprised by his indignant appearance.
Gan Ning's greatest skill was naval warfare. They were only a band of Shanyue—could even Gan Ning not break their stockade?
At his question, Gan Ning pointed into the distance and explained:
"The Commander does not know that the terrain here greatly resembles Shu. When I went into battle just now, I saw a waterway upstream."
"Mountains rise high on both sides, forming a narrow pass. Only behind their stockade is there an open stretch of ground."
"They occupy this narrow pass and build their stockade against the water. It is truly difficult for us to get through."
"Even if we launch a night raid, unless we break their camp, there will not even be room to plant an awl."
"Therefore, only if they come out to fight can our army break the enemy's position."
After hearing his analysis, Qin Tian nodded and said:
"So be it. It will indeed be difficult to break the camp today. Let us head south to establish a camp and discuss our