He would not go. Absolutely not.
Dou Rong knew the Zhou Army was bluffing, and he knew its meager forces had no chance whatsoever of taking Sishui Pass, but he simply refused to send reinforcements.
It was not the ten thousand certainties he feared, but the one possibility.
What if?
Dou Rong understood perfectly well that these were no longer times when ordinary reasoning could be trusted. Marching, fighting, deploying troops-all that had worked before, when everyone traded blows fair and square. But now even birdmen had appeared. Could elite soldiers and mighty generals really withstand the magic arts of immortals?
All he could do was exercise a thousand kinds of care and ten thousand kinds of caution. The enemy had already sent a birdman to challenge them. What would he do if divine troops descended from the heavens next?
"General, the Zhou Army is going to attack Jiameng Pass. Why aren't we sending reinforcements?"
"If Jiameng Pass falls while we sit unmoved inside Sishui Pass, we're bound to be held accountable!"
With all the professionalism of an intelligence operative, the scout talked himself hoarse explaining the current situation to Dou Rong, but it was still useless.
No matter what he said, Dou Rong remained impervious, letting neither oil nor salt get through.
"We're not going."
Dou Rong admitted that the scout's analysis was accurate and incisive. The enemy really was bluffing, but he still would not send troops out of the pass to reinforce them.
Not only that, he intended to inspect the pass personally and tighten its defenses and restrictions further.
Seeing this, the scout could only resign himself. He was merely a scout, and he had already fulfilled every part of his duties. Whether to deploy troops was the commanding general's decision. If the general would not