At the sight of this, everyone inside the command tent panicked at once. They had no idea what kind of secret report could provoke such agitation from Wu Qi.
There was no shortage of exceptionally clever minds present, but no matter how great their wisdom, none could have imagined that Wu City would fall.
It was nearly half an hour before Wu Qi finally came to. Though awake, the air of weathered decay on his face was impossible to conceal. He seemed to have aged several decades in an instant.
"My lord..."
"My lord..."
Seeing Wu Qi awaken, the people anxiously waiting at his side hurried forward. Wu Qi said nothing, merely waved a hand. The command tent immediately fell silent.
After another long silence, Wu Qi finally said in a hoarse voice, "Pass down my military order. Announce that, upon hearing Wu City had been taken, Wu Qi was so overcome with rage that he vomited blood and died. But keep the death secret."
"Mr. Wen, I leave this matter to you. You know what to do..."
"Yes, sir!"
The middle-aged scholar at his side immediately clasped his hands in acknowledgment.
Naturally, he understood Wu Qi's intentions. They would feign a retreat, lure the enemy into attacking, draw them into the urn, and wipe them out in one stroke.
Wu Qi was, after all, a formidable hero of his generation, no ordinary man. Even in his fury, he had not completely lost his reason. He knew that the most urgent matter before him was not the loss or recovery of Wu City, but the allied forces of the Feng and Chen Families.
Wu City had already fallen; the matter was settled. But if that made them lose their composure and gave the Feng and Chen allied forces an opening,