The Sima Family's most outstanding figures were jokingly called the Sima Family's eight dragons by the world.
Three of them were serving at court, while two were traveling the world, building their reputations. Only three were currently in Leizhou and Xinzhou: Sima Feng, Sima Li, and Sima Gao!
All three were now in Leizhou Prefecture, where the Sima Family's ancestral residence also stood. Each prided himself on possessing the talent to order heaven and earth and the ability to command armies and govern a nation. But Wang Chong had brought his troops to bear on Leizhou Prefecture, which had only a little over ten thousand soldiers at the time. They could only remain trapped in their city of sorrow, unable for the moment to think of a way to turn the tables.
Standing atop the walls, Sima Feng surveyed Wang Chong's army and could not help shouting angrily, "That brat Wen Zhengchun has no decency whatsoever! If he hadn't launched that sudden sneak attack, we brothers would have gathered all our clan's troops under our command. What would we have to fear from him?"
Sima Gao's brows were tightly knitted as well. "He caught us completely off guard. Now our clan's troops are scattered everywhere, and we can't even get word out. What are we to do?"
Sima Feng glanced at Sima Li, who had remained silent throughout. This member of the Sima Family's eight dragons devoted himself to arduous cultivation, and his martial arts were the finest among the Sima, but he was no good at political maneuvering. Knowing he could not count on him, Sima Feng was about to speak when Sima Li suddenly said, "Raid the camp."
Sima Feng smiled bitterly. "The Prince of Yan didn't earn his reputation through luck. How could he fail to guard