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“Master has never led troops, so he does not understand the intricacies involved,” Cheng Shi interjected.
“Oh, Uncle Cheng, then please enlighten us on what you mean,” Yin Jianren said, feeling skeptical that Cheng Shi could grasp it while he could not.
“Uh… actually, I haven’t fully grasped it either. I just feel that only someone who has led troops can truly comprehend this. Master should participate more in military affairs in the future; that way, he can better understand ‘The Art of War,’” Cheng Shi maintained his usual expressionless demeanor, resembling a cold and stoic general.
“Jianren, your Uncle Cheng is right. You need to think this through. After wasting a hundred years, you are the youngest male descendant of the Jin family,” Yin Qian added with a lecture. Yin Jianren’s mother had barely crossed the threshold of being a warrior and had passed away decades ago. She had always hoped her son would achieve great things, but Yin Jianren remained mired in the pain of losing the ‘Yun Girl.’ His mother had closed her eyes without seeing him succeed. Yin Qian was quite anxious about his son’s state but didn’t know how to help him. He had considered sending him into the military for training, but instead, he spent his days mingling with those literati like Mo Bao Fang. Fortunately, by chance, he became a disciple of Mr. You Ran. Even now, Yin Qian still couldn’t figure out who Mr. You Ran was, but one thing was certain: he was no ordinary person. Every time You Ran went out, no one had ever seen him leave the city through any of the gates; in Yinzhou, there was no one who could enter or exit so quietly.
“Forget it; Big Dog-head He has overestimated our understanding. According to his predictions, the enemy’s attack will occur in the next few days. Jianren, go check if your brother has come out yet.” The most pressing matter was still to repel the enemy; as for studying military strategy, Mo Wen had mentioned that there was no rush.
In Yinzhou City, all gates were tightly shut. Most of those wanting to escape had already done so, and villagers from nearby towns had been relocated inside the city and organized by village into camps. The reason for this arrangement was explained by Mo Wen to the Jin family as a precaution against enemy spies mingling among the villagers; separating each village would effectively reduce the chances of spies gathering strength together. Even if a camp experienced a rebellion, it would be easy to handle.
On the city walls stood a few lethargic soldiers, clearly meant to give an impression to the enemy. Behind the walls were troops ready for action—soldiers from the nine battalions of City Defense. Cheng Shi's Tenth Battalion had long since slipped out of the city in batches, and within the city, rumors had spread according to Big Dog-head's orders about large numbers of City Defense soldiers fleeing. Meanwhile, the main battle zone around the city walls had been designated as a no-go zone.
“General, according to reports from our scouts who entered the city, Yin Qian has no troops left at his disposal; half of the soldiers from the nine battalions have fled. Why does Lord Xiang Guo want us to wait? Moreover, reports from our brothers at the rear indicate that Long Jiu is only interested in revelry; our advance is exceptionally slow when we should have already joined forces,” Hei Hu sat at the head of the table in Shu Cang's vanguard camp outside Yinzhou City, with commanders from various battalions flanking him.
“Do not speak carelessly about Young Master Jiu; we are in our own camp here among brothers. If you were outside saying such things, your head would have rolled ten times over,” Hei Hu glanced at the one who had just spoken but showed no sign of severity in his eyes.
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