Wangwu Mountain.
By now, chickens were flying and dogs were leaping in panic.
Wang Yuan sat before Guo Ze, both hands trembling incessantly.
The two sat facing each other, neither speaking for a long time.
Suddenly, someone ran into the room and saluted them.
"Why bother saluting? Hurry up and tell us. How are things?"
Wang Yuan asked irritably.
The man was also one of Wang Yuan's trusted aides. Helplessly, he said, "We can't find anything out at all. The enemy keeps coming in an endless stream. There must be close to a million men. Their troops have been marching along the main road for days and nights, and there's still no end to them. Their men are everywhere, packed thick as ants."
"They've set up checkpoints on every road. There's no getting through at all..."
Hearing his trusted aide's words, Wang Yuan nearly broke down.
"We're doomed! Doomed!"
"We attacked a few powerful local clans, and that brought an army like this down on us?!"
The usually composed Wang Yuan had lost his bearings, while the usually unreliable Guo Ze had grown calm instead. "There can't be that many."
"All of Great Wei's armies combined only amount to a little over four hundred thousand. There's no way a million men could come to attack us."
"If Sima Zhao came from Hebei, he must have gathered the armies there. Their numbers should be around a hundred thousand."
Guo Ze's analysis was quite rational, but hearing it only made Wang Yuan more anguished and indignant.
What difference did a hundred thousand troops or a million make to him?
He now had over ten thousand men under his command. Though that was a sizable force, pitting them against armored soldiers would mean serious trouble. Even trading ten men for one might not