"Don't stop—shoot them all down!" Xiang An drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his pupils narrowing slightly. Though heavy snow filled the sky ahead, it could not stop his arrows from finding their targets.
There were not many defenders on Tuo County's inner walls, and in such snowy weather, they were all slacking off.
"General!" Liang Ning shouted. "Chaos has already broken out inside the county!"
The defenses atop the battlements had essentially been cleared out, while the city gates remained tightly shut in the snowy weather, but—
"Enough. Withdraw!" Xiang An returned his thousand-pace horn bow to his back and called out expressionlessly before wheeling his horse around and fleeing.
"Hyah—!"
"Hyah!"
The three generals did not hesitate. They immediately stopped what they were doing and followed after him.
"General, what—what is the point of doing this?" Wei Hao shouted as he rode behind Xiang An. Though it was the dead of winter, he was sweating from exhaustion.
"It's simple. This strategy attacks stability; once that stability is shaken, the enemy falls into disorder." Xiang An slowed Torrent Gallop slightly. Torrent Gallop was far faster than the fine horses ridden by Zi Juan and the other two, and without slowing down, the three of them would never be able to keep up. "Our feigned attack may not inflict any real damage on the enemy, and our losses are negligible, but it can change their previously calm and steady state of mind."
"To put it simply, we make them afraid!"
"Suspicion, worry, panic—those are our goals!"
"The reason Western Chu has won every battle is naturally because we have many troops and ample provisions. But another key is that we have never feared any enemy! Even when facing four hundred thousand Qin troops beneath Julu City, we never retreated.