Northern Yan Army, Are Sons of Heaven Born to Their Station?

The land of Great Qing. Morning!

Within the camps of Qianyuan and Hexi outside Jingyang City.

Zhou Xuan stared at the figure seated at the head of the table, their face hidden behind a ghost mask.

Somewhat irritated, he said:

"Your Excellency, today is already the seventh day. Why have you still not given the order to attack the city?"

His words revealed both anxiety and dissatisfaction.

"If we wait until Great Qing's reinforcements arrive, we will be placed at a disadvantage!"

"Does Your Excellency still remember the alliance between us?"

However!

The ghost-masked figure seated above ignored him completely, offering not the slightest response.

At that moment, Gongsun Pingxi said with a chuckle:

"Your Majesty, do not be impatient. The art of war says: strengthen the walls, clear the fields, and wait at leisure for the weary enemy. With the might of our army, even if Great Qing mobilizes its entire nation, what can they do to us?"

"Moreover, three armies are currently pressing in from different directions. Great Qing has no one left to deploy!"

Gongsun Pingxi swayed his head as he spoke:

"The ancients said: attacking cities is the lowest strategy, attacking hearts the highest. Our army has seized every advantage, so why the haste?"

His words conveyed utter confidence in the situation.

Upon hearing this, the fury in Zhou Xuan's chest grew even fiercer. His resentment nearly burst free from the restraints around his heart, impossible to suppress.

Over the past two days, Gongsun Pingxi had gone back and forth with the same set of excuses.

If not for Gongsun Pingxi's lofty status and immense authority, Zhou Xuan would have long since drawn the treasured sword at his waist and sliced that old man's face right off!

The reason he was so anxious was that the