"So, Xiang Yu and Xiang An have already crushed and captured Qin Jia's main force, and even captured Qin Jia, the leader of that fake Chu, alive?" Xiang Liang sat in the seat of honor, staring blankly at the messenger below.
He was pondering a profound question: what orders had he given Xiang Yu in the first place?
It seemed to have been... to slightly restrain Qin Jia's main force? And he seemed to have reminded him not to overestimate himself?
Then what was this now?
"Reporting to the General! Yes!" The messenger's face was filled with excitement, his voice ringing out. "Commander Xiang Yu has successfully joined up with Division Commander Xiang An and is preparing to attack Pengcheng! They should take Pengcheng within days and hang the head of that fake Chu king, Jing Ju, from the city gates!"
Xiang Liang: ...
This... the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
He had only just taken Dangcheng and was preparing to turn around and attack Sishui. How did it seem like the enemy's home base had just vanished?
"No, you—" Xiang Liang scratched his head. He looked as though he wanted to ask something but could not get the words out. Touching his lips and blinking twice, he said, "You... first tell me what they did. How did they kill Qin Jia's army? Bring him a seat. Sit first."
After reluctantly accepting this reality, Xiang Liang still could not make sense of it. This was his greatest question now.
How had those two brothers done it?
"Reporting to the General, on the eve of the heavy rain several days ago, Commander Xiang Yu led his troops across the Sui River and camped north of it.