Han Xin led the sons of Guanzhong out of Guanzhong. In truth, he felt somewhat at a loss, because he did not know what he was supposed to accomplish in this war.
He had fought countless wars throughout his life, but had hardly ever felt any pressure. Whether defeating Meng Tian, breaking through the passes to destroy Qin, or subsequently pacifying the Three Qin territories outright, he had felt perfectly fine. Even when he had fought a great battle in Zhao State with a band of new recruits, it had not troubled him much.
Of all the wars in his life, only his battles against Xiang Yu had put him under pressure. Xiang Yu's charges were too ferocious. He had barely held on, relying on a host of fierce generals to keep reforming his lines as they collapsed one after another, until he finally defeated Xiang Yu.
Even during his great war against the Xiongnu, he had understood perfectly well that as long as he did not venture beyond the Great Wall into the grasslands, his position was unassailable.
Yet now Luo Xin wanted him to lead an army to subdue the King of Huainan and the King of Wu.
What sort of rotten fish and putrid shrimp were these?
Did they really require my personal attention?
If Luo Xin had not been his elder brother-in-law, he would have refused to work on the spot. Wouldn't this time be better spent chatting with Lady Cai?
They were both growing old, and the separation of life and death was already drawing near. Why fight a war?
With such thoughts in his mind, Han Xin naturally marched with some impatience. But he was, after all, the Immortal of War, a divine general. His execution remained seamless, the sort of perfection that existed