"Your Majesty! The Grand General attacked Boyang today!" Chen Ping lifted the tent flap, entered Xiang Yu's tent, and reported to him.
"Good. Prepare to force a crossing of the Wen River! Chen Ping, stay alert for possible reinforcements to the east. Long Ju, head south and do not let the Han Army directly west of us advance eastward!" Xiang Yu immediately rose to his feet and swiftly issued his orders.
"Your subordinate obeys!"
Xiang Yu grabbed his helmet from the rack beside him and was about to leave when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve.
"...Big Brother, does this mean we really have to massacre the city?" Xiang Jing looked at Xiang Yu with his single eye, the veins on his hand trembling faintly.
Though some experiences from his childhood had made him somewhat unlike ordinary people after entering the battlefield, if victory meant massacring a city...
Xiang Yu did not answer. He merely looked calmly at Xiang Jing with his usual gaze, one that sent a faint chill through others. He simply stared at him.
Xiang Jing's arm trembled slightly. He opened his mouth in confusion, then released Xiang Yu's arm.
Xiang Yu said nothing more and walked out of the command tent without a word, leaving Xiang Jing drenched in cold sweat, his pupils quivering.
"Big Brother..."
Gritting his teeth, Xiang Jing chased after him, following behind Xiang Yu.
If Big Brother believed this was right, then... he would follow Big Brother.
Yet, as if guided by some unseen force, Xiang Jing looked northeast, in Xiang An's direction.
Father, Second Brother, Little Fourth... whoever it is, please come back at least once and persuade Big Brother.
By evening, Xiang An had already taken Boyang.
In wars with extended battle lines, the quality of individual soldiers