"We can't go on like this." Qin Jia slammed his fist onto the table, his expression grim.
"Though the King of Wei is holding Zhang Han back for us in the east, everyone knows how strong Zhang Han's army is. The King of Wei won't be able to hold out!" Qin Jia gritted his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fist as he felt his nails dig into his palm. All he felt was frustration. "And now Xiang Liang in the south has crossed the river—the Huai River—and is about to come for us. Damn it—they!"
Bang!
As he spoke, he struck the table again.
No one dared respond.
Qin Jia turned to glance at King Jing Ju of Chu, seated at the head of the room. Seeing that Jing Ju showed no expression and offered no opinion, he could only grit his teeth and let out a long sigh, resting his elbows on the table as he rubbed his temples.
This is too hard.
After a moment of silence, the entire hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Fine beads of sweat covered the foreheads of the other generals and ministers, none daring to look in Qin Jia's direction.
As Qin Jia kneaded his temples, he gradually calmed down somewhat.
"We cannot sit here and wait for death." He lowered his hands, his imposing gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Xiang Liang has already crossed the Huai River, and his target is obvious: us. If we do nothing, we'll only be beaten to death here. That was not why I raised an army."
"Grand General, perhaps we could... ask the King of Qi for aid?" A seemingly high-ranking general hesitated before making the suggestion.
"...No. The King of Qi, Tian Dan, is currently consolidating his own territory, and