"This is your first time leading troops; do not be too eager for success."
"A siege is, above all, a contest of elite morale. Only by remaining steady can you find an opportunity to breach the city. If you become impatient, all will be lost in the end." Looking at the restless Wei Bo, Wei Wuji remained patient and instructive.
"I understand, General." Wei Bo immediately echoed, but whether he truly listened, only he himself knew.
"Zhao Feng."
"Defending the city with such calm composure—he is truly a capable commander."
"Why is he not a man of Wei?" Wei Wuji gazed off toward the distant Wei City, a sigh of regret rising in his heart.
If only he had a choice.
He would even be willing to switch Wei Bo to the opposing side and bring Zhao Feng over to his own.
It was still the same thought.
He was already aged, with little time left to guard Wei. He desperately needed a worthy successor to protect Wei in his stead.
Zhao Jing!
