"When you and I scouted the enemy camp, Grand Tutor, you said that the Zhou Army's encampment secretly conformed to the Eight Gates and Nine Divisions, its four corners echoing the Three Powers of heaven, earth, and man. Though I know nothing of the immortal path, even I understand that it is far from ordinary. Grand Tutor, let me ask you: if we stormed the camp, what chance would we have of success?"
Zi Shou's tone was sharp, but Wen Zhong did not back down an inch. Instead, he declared with absolute confidence, "Thirty percent. Though it is only thirty percent, success would mean breaking their camp and utterly crushing the Zhou Army's morale. Even if Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya did not retreat to Xiqi, they would have little strength left to fight."
"As much as thirty percent?" Chao Lei was delighted by Wen Zhong's words. For a battle that could settle everything in a single stroke, a thirty-percent chance of success was already quite good. After all, even if the assault failed, Great Shang could afford the defeat.
The Shang Army currently held the advantage, after all, with plentiful troops, capable generals, and ample provisions. Their reserves were deep enough to absorb a loss, and attacking the camp would give them the initiative. At worst, they would merely fall back to defend Sishui Pass. However one looked at it, they ought to try. Otherwise, who knew how long this stalemate would drag on?
Zi Shou likewise refused to compromise and continued, "Grand Tutor, let me ask you another question. Even if our army seized that thirty-percent chance and captured the Zhou Camp, how many officers and soldiers would we lose?"
"Well..." Wen Zhong pondered for a moment, seemingly considering the matter. "If all went smoothly, a little over