Everyone understood now. Had King Zhou not drawn a prison on the ground to confine Zhang Guifang, forcibly silencing all objections, even if Zhang Guifang had not led a raid on the enemy camp on the first night, the other generals would have been itching to act.
They would then have run straight into the Zhou Army, ready and waiting. The outcome needed no imagining.
"General Zhang, with the Zhou People so thoroughly prepared, they must have found a way to counter your strange art. They were simply waiting for you to raid their camp so they could capture and kill you!"
Wen Zhong felt he had figured everything out, but there was little joy in his words. If the Name-Calling Dismount art had been countered, they no longer possessed an overwhelming advantage. The outcome of the coming battles was uncertain, and the situation had grown complicated again.
Zhang Guifang cupped his hands and said solemnly, "Thank you for clearing up my confusion, Grand Tutor."
Wen Zhong waved his hands repeatedly. "Not at all, not at all. I only just saw through it myself. It was all thanks to His Majesty's uncanny foresight."
Zi Shou naturally heard this exchange too. Seeing Wen Zhong attribute everything to him, and all the generals gazing at him eagerly, he hurried to disclaim any credit. "I never sent out scouts, so I had no way of knowing what the Zhou People were doing, much less devising any stratagem. This was merely a coincidence. I do not deserve the old Grand Tutor's praise."
The generals broke into a flurry of discussion. Who would believe that?
Who would keep his own soldiers from sleeping for no reason? Was he sick in the head?
Yet those very words gave Zhang Guifang a few clues after a little