Riding a war horse beside Yao Zhen, his war advisor touched his beard and said, "No wonder seven cities were lost in just one month. It turns out that that Ghost General personally led the army."
Yao Zhen narrowed his eyes and asked, "Jin Huai, do you think our army can take back seven cities from him with one hundred thousand soldiers?"
Asked by him, Jin Huai did not answer immediately. He stroked his beard slowly, as his mind ran fast to make a calculation. Yao Zhen silently and patiently waited for Jin Huai to calculate their winning chance against the Black Qilin Army.
After a moment of silence, Jin Huai said, "We could win. But…"
Hearing the rare hesitation in his tone, Yao Zhen's heart sank. He kept staring at the red qilin flags fluttering on the wall of Lin Zi City, and asked, "But what?"
