Zi Juan and Fan Kuai fought to a draw, with Zi Juan holding a slight edge.
However, Ren Ao's reinforcements had already arrived. Zi Juan knew full well that she could not afford to prolong the battle while outnumbered, so she began withdrawing toward the Wen River.
The Han Army did not pursue either, because Northern Chu's true main force was not far away. Instead, they withdrew southward to contact Liu Ji on the main battlefield, hoping to obtain some support.
"This is an opportunity for both Northern Chu and Western Chu, Second Brother."
Night had fallen, yet a group of generals still surrounded the sand table in Xiang An's command tent, analyzing the situation.
Liu Ji's main force was pursuing Xiang Yu. Some time ago, Liu Ji had found a weakness in Xiang Yu's defenses at Chenggao and dealt Western Chu a crushing defeat. He had pursued them all the way since then and had now penetrated deep into Western Chu's heartland.
At this time, Northern Chu had struck out from the center. There was a strong chance that they could directly cut off Western Chu's route of retreat.
However, Xiang An felt that it could not be so simple.
Liu Ji was a clever man, and his skill in commanding armies was certainly not lacking. It was impossible for him to make such a major strategic blunder.
So where exactly had things gone wrong?
What had he overlooked?
Xiang An tilted his head and stared fixedly at the sand table without saying a word, his brows tightly furrowed.
Yet after pondering for a long time, Xiang An truly could not find any flaw in his judgment of the situation.
Han Xin had withdrawn northwestward and could not possibly reach the Central Plains in such a short time. Liu