This was simply asking the impossible.
Everyone knew that in the battle of Tongtian Pass, Huo Yucheng had led eighty thousand elite soldiers, only for them to be trapped and slaughtered to the last man. It was an utter tragedy.
He had spent a lifetime in the military and had countless illustrious achievements. A hopeless situation that even he could not overcome was now being handed to a boy of only thirteen. It was simply preposterous.
But upon hearing this, Ye Yunfeng only frowned for a moment before nodding. He agreed in a clear voice.
"Alright!"
He stood before the sand table and began to think in earnest.
Ye Chutang had risen at some point and come to his side. Her gaze wasn't on the sand table; after all, she already knew everything about it by heart.
Her thoughts began to drift.
About Huo Yucheng, and about her father.
Finally, Ye Yunfeng raised his hand.
Ye Chutang pulled her thoughts back to the present.
"Begin."
...
「That night, in Changzhou.」
