"Brother Sima."
Qian Qiren from the Guiyuan Sect inquired, "You said the ruse of self-harm was planned between you and Chen Sansi. If Ziwu Valley proves unsuccessful, how should we respond? Did he tell you anything?"
Sima Yao stood leaning on his sword, gazing at the distant river in silence.
"Xu Wencai."
Qian Qiren approached the strategist with the feather fan and scarf, "Since Chen Sansi left, you've been holding the Commander Seal and directing. Didn't he tell us how to break through?"
Standing in the cold wind, Xu Wencai slowly pointed his feather fan to the rear, commanding loudly, "If we can't leave, then we shall not try. All warships should turn around, prepare for a decisive battle with the enemy army!"
A fight to the death!
"Are you insane too?"
Qian Qiren looked perplexed, "The opposing side has a Second-Tier Formation; they can crash into us and crush our forces. With what are we to have a decisive battle? Why not break out instead?!"
