"Excellent, excellent! Doesn't that leave everyone happy?"
Lu Su also smiled and spoke to liven up the atmosphere. "I already sent someone to notify the Cao Thief that we would lead our men over to join him tonight. He certainly won't expect tonight to be the hour of our all-out assault!"
"It's getting late. Let's hurry back to camp and prepare."
Tonight, the hundreds of small boats laden with grease and firewood would ride the wind and strike the Cao Army's massed warships first. Once the Cao Army's navy caught fire, the entire army would attack the northern bank.
Tonight, they would crush the Cao Army!
Zhuge Liang said, "Go back ahead of me. I'll change first."
So Lu Su and Sima Yi left ahead of him.
Zhuge Liang quickly changed out of his Daoist robe and returned to his usual scholarly attire, feather fan in hand and guanjin on his head, gentle and refined. It was hard to connect him with the occult practitioner from moments before.
"Let's go, Brother Gongtai."
Zhuge Liang spoke to Chen Gong, and the two walked toward the military camp together.
Along the way, Chen Gong asked curiously, "Military Advisor, did you really wait for this east wind? Tell me the truth. Did you really not summon it through a ritual?"
The scene tonight had been far too wondrous. He strongly suspected that Zhuge Liang really could summon the wind and had only said otherwise to spare Sima Yi's pride.
Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan, smiling without a word.
The mysteries within were not to be told to outsiders.
The Cao Army's navy.
Cao Cao stood looking down over the railing, his eyes narrowed at the Han Army across the river. Unfortunately, the banks were far apart, the night was deep,