"Re—Report, Your Majesty! The Northern Chu army has been spotted at the defensive line thirty li outside the west gate. They have already begun attacking us!"
Late at night, a long, urgent cry from a messenger resounded through the Qi royal palace, waking Tian Bing from his sleep.
"What!?" Tian Bing abruptly sat up in bed. "Has Lord Peng been notified!?"
"He has already been notified. General Peng is currently mustering troops to meet the enemy!"
"Quick, tell me the exact situation!"
"Commander-in-Chief, enemy troops are coming from three sides, and they took the waterways! They're moving much faster than we anticipated!" The moment Peng Yue stepped out of his tent, he heard a general anxiously reporting to him.
"Calm down and speak properly! The defensive lines on all four sides of Linzi have long been prepared. What are you panicking for?" Peng Yue barked, snatching up a weapon from the nearby rack. As he walked, he asked, "How many troops has Northern Chu sent? Where is Xiang An? Which side is Xiang An on?"
"We can basically confirm that Northern Chu has mobilized its entire army and intends to fight Great Qi to the death. As for Xiang An... Commander-in-Chief, Xiang An has not been spotted on the front lines." The general replied to Peng Yue with some uncertainty.
"He hasn't appeared?" Peng Yue stopped and looked at the general in surprise. Then, an expression of sudden realization appeared on his face.
"After Xiang An left Western Chu and founded Northern Chu, there were rumors that he and the Western Chu King, Xiang Yu, had fought each other to mutual ruin. It seems those rumors were true. Otherwise, with his temperament, there's no way he wouldn't be at the forefront of the war." As Peng Yue spoke, relief spread