No matter how beautiful a dream is, eventually, one must wake up. Ding Hong was awakened by an officer who had rushed over in a hurry, and he was quite reluctant to be roused from sleep. However, as soon as he heard the voice of the other party, he lost any trace of sleepiness.
"My lord! My lord! Disaster! It's a disaster! The Tang Army has crushed our reinforcing troops; we're finished!" The officer who had come to deliver the message was nearly in tears, and it took him tremendous effort to convey his words completely.
In fact, it's not surprising that he was so frightened. Anyone who heard the news that an army of two hundred thousand had been defeated would lose their composure.
On one hand, that was two hundred thousand reinforcements—having one's own reinforcements crushed by the enemy meant they were now utterly isolated. Who could remain calm at such a time? It was natural to feel utterly despairing, right?
