Surviving a Deadly Trap

Ignoring the urgent battle reports pouring in from every quarter, Deng Zong saw that the Huan King seemed to have no intention of deploying the Huan Kingdom Army. Anxious and furious, he urged him again and again:

"A new army is still a new army, especially one that hasn't had time to train! No matter how many men it has, it can hardly fight. And the enemy isn't an ordinary army—it's the Great Qin Tiger Army, acknowledged as the strongest! Even if you mean to win by sheer numbers and draw them into street fighting, you shouldn't abandon the city walls, our best line of defense. Fortunately, Han Xin's army seized the walls outright instead of smashing them down with siege engines before launching a general assault. All the more reason we can't give them up..."

Before he could finish, Deng Zong caught the Huan King's faint, knowing smile. His words died in his throat, and his expression turned grim.

If he could see how important the walls were, how could the Huan King fail to see it?

Forget the Huan King—even a commander who wasn't a fool knew their importance. Even if he laid out his defenses inside the city, he would never lightly surrender the walls.

The walls could be the finest shield and strongest defensive line for the army within. They could also become the mightiest cage, trapping that army until it died.

No matter how confident the defenders were in their arrangements, no matter how strong those defenses, what would the army inside do if the walls fell and the enemy refused to enter as planned? The enemy would only have to hold the walls.

More importantly, Han Xin's army had taken the walls by a frenzied all-out assault, not by demolishing them. If it stationed