"Absolutely not!"
Before anyone else could react, Zi Shou sternly rejected Zhang Guifang's proposal for a surprise attack.
A raid on this scale would yield little even if it succeeded. At most, it would raise their own morale and dampen the enemy's.
There was no chance that such a straightforward raid would strip the Zhou Army of its ability to resist.
Even taking a step back, if Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya had made no preparations whatsoever against a night raid and were caught utterly off guard, losing countless men and officers, they still would not retreat.
The campaign against Zhou was ordained by Heaven, and the Chan Sect stood behind them. The Immortals in the Zhou Camp would not sit and wait for death; instead, they would make matters even worse.
Driven to desperation, Jiang Ziya would inevitably start calling in reinforcements. Once the war escalated into Immortals fighting Immortals and Gods fighting Gods, mortals like them might as well stop fighting. They would be done for.
And what if it failed?
They would lose men and officers.
Everyone knew Zhang Guifang had proposed the surprise attack, so anyone seeking an accounting or demanding punishment would go straight to him. Even if Zi Shou insisted on taking the blame, nobody would be foolish enough to believe him. All he would accomplish was moving Zhang Guifang to grateful tears.
Seen in that light, why would Zi Shou do something that brought him no benefit either way?
However...
Zi Shou's eyes shifted. Uncle Wen, who had somehow taken leave of his senses, had ruined his chance to earn foolishness value by withdrawing the army, but Zhang Guifang's proposal had given him another opening.
He slammed his palm down, shattering the desk, and put on a furious expression. "Ji Fa commands universal