The Zhanran River flowed slowly. Liu Cheng had only just learned that his reinforcements had arrived when he suddenly noticed the front line loosening and shrinking-not the enemy's line, but his own. The Qiang had suddenly launched a fierce assault with their Central and Rear Armies against Zhou Cheng's forces and Liu and Gao's riverside positions.
Of these, Gao and Liu's positions had visibly weakened, with quite a few troops originally belonging to the Central Army retreating as routed soldiers. As for Zhou Cheng's forces, which had promised to attack, their entire front was simply shifting backward.
"Have the Qiang reinforcements arrived too?"
Xie Xuan, who had only recently returned beneath Liu Cheng's banner, also noticed the change. "Why has their offensive suddenly become so fierce?"
"I don't think so."
Liu Cheng did have that much discernment. Of course, it might also have been that facing a student required him to maintain his image as a teacher, automatically raising his ability by five points. "It should be the other way around. Their reinforcements haven't arrived yet, so they want to retreat. But with both sides fully engaged, they need to attack with strong troops first before their whole army can pull back."
"That is indeed the case. The dust from our reinforcements is already quite obvious, while there's nothing of comparable scale behind their lines. On flat ground like this, an approaching army can't conceal its march." Huan Yi raised his head and watched from horseback for a moment before immediately voicing his agreement, then offering his customary advice. "General, even if they have reinforcements, they're a move behind. Should we send Supervisor Xie back again to urge our reinforcements to hurry forward and envelop them? Of those three generals, Chen Wu is somewhat cautious, but Mao Qiu and Hu