Wei Xu led the Trap-Breaking Battalion into Liu Bei's central camp, while Han Xian provided support outside the camp.
Since there could be sentry cavalry and scouts outside the camp at night, too many men would make a night raid inconvenient.
A small force had to open the camp gates before the main army could charge in.
As Han Xian waited outside, he suddenly saw a great fire rise within the distant camp. Delighted, he immediately raised an arm and shouted:
"Our army has succeeded! Follow me into the enemy camp!"
"Kill!"
At his shout, more than seven thousand soldiers behind him surged toward Liu Bei's main camp.
Han Xian took the lead on horseback, feeling stronger than he had ever felt before as he charged all the way toward the central camp.
Yet after entering the main camp, he found no resistance within.
From the camp gates to the central camp, there was not a single obstacle. He pressed forward unimpeded, sweeping aside all before him.
At the sight, he could not help but think that the Trap-Breaking Battalion truly was formidable!
Not a single living soul had been left along the way?
But why were there so few corpses?
For a moment, he could not make sense of it. Then, hearing the ceaseless sounds of battle ahead, he simply led his men charging straight in.
But halfway there, he suddenly saw a blood-covered general approaching. Before Han Xian could question him, the man repeatedly shouted:
"General Han, retreat quickly! The enemy has an ambush!"
Han Xian looked closely and realized the man was Wei Xu. Hearing there was an ambush, he was greatly alarmed and hurriedly turned to shout:
"Retreat! Retreat!"
But his troops were currently rushing into the camp—how could they possibly withdraw in time?
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