"But if..."
All the generals remained silent.
Over there, Yue Qianfeng suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Ah, right, right!"
Everyone looked at him, their eyes filled with confusion. Yue Pengwu said, "Qianfeng, why are you so agitated?"
Yue Qianfeng said:
"Great Marshal, do you remember a few years ago when we just rescued you, a young strategist gave me three silk bags? The first bag directed us northward, the second brought Pang Shuiyun, that old fellow, out of retirement."
"There's still a third one!"
"That strategist said he and Guan Yi would head to the Western Regions later. If anything happens, use this third bag!"
"Strange, where did I put it?"
"Such things, when not needed, are always found easily; but when needed, they're nowhere to be found—how hateful and frustrating!" But after searching for a moment, Yue Qianfeng finally found it.
Someone said, "That was two years ago; how could that strategist have predicted the situation two years later?"
