The newcomer was none other than the King of Yue, who had suffered a crushing defeat on the Han River, lost a great general, and had his ships stolen, leaving him unable to return home.
The sight of the King of Yue filled E Shun with irrepressible delight. Where would reinforcements come from? Here they were!
Though they had lost a battle, the Yue Army still had plenty of men, and both sides shared a common enemy-King Zhou.
They were natural allies.
They now had enough troops for an encirclement!
The two exchanged warm greetings for quite some time, even claiming ties of kinship.
The King of Yue sighed. "My worthy nephew, when that immoral, muddleheaded tyrant killed your royal father, my eyes nearly split with rage. Which of the Feudal Lords does not know how deep my friendship with your father ran?"
E Shun clenched his fists. "When my father was alive, he told me that he and you had sworn brotherhood over a severed chicken's head, Uncle. He also said that peach blossoms bloomed for ten miles on the day of your oath, moving heaven and earth."
"It was hardly that grand." The King of Yue smiled. "They did not stretch for ten miles, but there were certainly three or four miles of peach blossoms that day."
Then the King of Yue grew serious. "My worthy nephew, how confident are you about tonight's raid?"
"With you and me attacking the Shang Army's main camp by night, encircling them from several sides, defeat will be impossible."
"Rest assured, my worthy nephew!" The King of Yue casually poured himself some wine and swept out his hand. "King Zhou killed my soldiers, stole my ships, and attacked me in violation of all honor. I cannot share the same sky with him!"