The voice of the Southern’s General boomed from the top of the city gates. He stood at the top of the gates, clad in worn-out armour. Compared to the youthfulness still lining Wu Zhe Yan’s face, he was unarguably looking more like a veteran of War. Wisdom comes with age, and so does the trust one can gain. “I respect your decisiveness in the battle of JiangNan City, but I know that your resources are already scarce. You have already lost this war. For the sake of your men, surrender yourselves!”
“Surrender when I have barely started?” Wu Zhe Yan’s wave of laughter could be heard from across the battlefield. If one does not have the advantage of age to make oneself look more reliable, then surely, audacity and arrogance can suffice? “Then won’t my name become a joke in the Capital?”
