"General!"
"This is Liu Xian's head!"
Wen Yang ordered the armored guards to present the head, which had been placed in a box, to Wang Ji.
Wang Ji glanced at it, but there was little joy on his face.
"The men of the Liu Family were loyal and worthy, too. Do not put it on display. Send it back to Luoyang."
Wang Ji gave the order, and Wen Yang raised no objection.
Wang Ji's camp now stood to the left of Jiangling City, and his army attacked Jiangling day and night.
Wang Ji and Deng Ai were somewhat alike in temperament. Neither liked waiting for orders; whenever they thought an opportunity had come, they would send out troops on their own authority.
But their ways of fighting were entirely different. Deng Ai liked making predictions, catching his opponents off guard by anticipating their strategic actions, while Wang Ji liked fighting in the open. You knew what he intended to do, but you simply had no way to stop him.
Such tactics often infuriated people even more: he made his opponents watch as he won, step by step.
When Wang Ji had fought the Wu people before, he had used the same method, surrounding their cities with a large army. Once they committed everything to the defense, he would detach troops to seize their grain, leaving the enemy to watch helplessly.
This sort of openly laid stratagem worked extremely well when supplies were plentiful and his strength exceeded his opponent's.
That was precisely the situation now. Shi Ji knew perfectly well what Wang Ji intended to do, but he was powerless to stop it.
Ding Feng did not dare turn back and strike him with his full strength, either. If he turned back, Xiakou might fall, leaving all of them trapped