Guan Ping, following Wei Yan's instructions to set up the military camp, quickly put together a camp that seemed riddled with holes.
"Wen Chang, how about this?" Guan Ping came to Wei Yan excitedly. For the young Guan Ping, his father was highly admirable, and this comrade, who bore an uncanny resemblance to his father, was utterly trustworthy.
"Tanzhi, there's a limit to how much we should entice the enemy," Wei Yan said with a sense of resignation, somewhat like looking after his own brother. "Look at the state of the camp you've constructed; as long as the enemy has a functioning brain, they'll know something's off. It's fine to look like greenhorns, to show some inexperience on the battlefield, but surely not everything can be a mistake?"
