Wanyan Digunai did not immediately respond. He only quietly looked at his eldest son, whom he valued the most. A flash of pain passed through the depths of his weathered eyes, but it was quickly covered by a deeper resolution.
He released his clenched fist, slowly paced to the window, and gazed at the heavy darkness of Yingtian Prefecture's night beyond. Once filled with music and dance, now it was left with only the sound of the wind and the faint sound of guard whistles.
"Fight?"
"With what are we to fight?"
He looked at his most valued son, speaking with exceptional seriousness, "Yue Fei is entrenched in Huaidong, Gu Hui has Shandong locked down, and Jiangnan is ablaze with rebellion."
"Our troops are swords, not firewood. They cannot be tossed into this bottomless pit to burn!"
He heavily jabbed his finger on the map at Yingtian's location, then abruptly dragged it northward, "Here, we're sitting on someone else's rooftop, every beam underneath ready to collapse!"
