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"Oh? War is supposed to involve death, isn't it?" Mo Wen was also surprised that war wouldn't lead to casualties.
"Well... the kind of warfare Brother He refers to is quite different from what we know. This method of fighting is something I am hearing about for the first time. Let me explain what I know about conflicts based on historical records..." Yin Jianren began to elaborate on the rules of warfare as he understood them. Generally speaking, since records began, wars here have been divided into three levels. The first level involves both parties in dispute sitting down to negotiate under the mediation of a third party, much like how adults resolve conflicts between children. The second level involves a contest, where both sides send several representatives to compete in a match; the losing side must satisfy all demands of the winning side. This method is widely respected. The third level is a battle, where both sides assemble their troops, one side forms ranks while the other breaks through; they alternate until one side wins two out of three rounds. Among these three methods, the first results in no casualties, the second may result in a few injuries, and the third depends on prior agreements between both sides. If it’s merely a physical clash, there are usually only injuries and rarely any deaths. In summary, this is how disputes are resolved between Empires."
"Brother He?" Yin Jianren called out when he noticed Mo Wen's lack of reaction. Mo Wen finally snapped out of his daze and looked at Yin Qian, hoping he could confirm whether his son was right or wrong.
"Indeed, that's correct. However, this time the opposing side is clearly not following the rules, which is what troubles the Old Man," Yin Qian nodded in response to Mo Wen's gaze and continued to frown in deep thought.
Mo Wen furrowed his brow as well; it seemed he still knew too little about this world. Such primitive forms of warfare that he remembered were quite common here.
Silence fell once again in the side hall. With Yin Qian not speaking, Mo Wen felt it inappropriate to break the silence, while Yin Jianren appeared indifferent, continuously stuffing fruit into his mouth.
"What does Xian Zhi think?" Suddenly, Yin Qian lifted his head to look at Mo Wen.
"Senior, Junior cannot say," Mo Wen stammered in response to Yin Qian's abrupt question.
"The Old Man refers to Shu Cang's surprise attack on our Yinzhou; what does Xian Zhi think?"
"Junior knows nothing about it; apart from what Senior just mentioned, I have no further information and dare not speculate."
"Brother He, isn't knowing this enough?"
"With my abilities, it is indeed insufficient. At the very least, I need to know who their general is, how many troops they have sent, and their current location. Otherwise, we would only find out when they reach our gates."
"What you say is very true; however, the Old Man has been too rigid with the rules. Since they have declared war without notice, let us resolve this matter according to the ways of the Jianghu." Yin Qian's brow relaxed as if he had made an important decision. He then stood up and headed toward the main hall while leaving the two in the side hall.
In the main hall, nine armored generals were already waiting there, discussing something quietly. Upon seeing Yin Qian enter, they all stood up to pay their respects.
"Gentlemen, Shu Cang is coming fiercely with the intent to destroy our Yinzhou. We are facing a fierce battle; please return to your camps and prepare for battle at any moment." Yin Qian intended to send them off with this command. The nine generals were left bewildered by their leader's sudden orders but dared not ask further and could only comply.
"Cheng Shi, summon the Shadow Guards." After everyone had left, Yin Qian instructed Cheng Shi outside the hall, who immediately took his leave to carry out the command.
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