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"The young master has never led troops and does not understand the deeper meanings involved," Cheng Shi interjected.
"Oh, Uncle Cheng, then please enlighten us on what you mean," Yin Jianren said, feeling skeptical that Cheng Shi could grasp something he could not.
"Uh... actually, I haven't fully grasped it either. I just feel that only someone who has led troops can truly comprehend it. Young master, you should participate more in military affairs in the future; that way, you can better understand 'The Art of War,'" Cheng Shi maintained his usual expressionless demeanor, resembling a cold and stoic general.
"Jianren, what your Uncle Cheng says is quite right. You need to think carefully about this. After wasting a hundred years, you are the youngest male descendant of the Jin family," Yin Qian added after a brief lecture. Yin Jianren's mother had barely crossed the threshold of being a martial artist and had passed away decades ago. She had always hoped her son would achieve greatness, but Yin Jianren remained mired in the sorrow of losing the Yun Girl. His mother had closed her eyes without ever seeing him succeed. Yin Qian was anxious about his son's state but didn't know how to help him. He had considered sending him to the military for training, but he spent all his time mingling with Mo Bao Fang and those literati scholars. Fortunately, by chance, he became a disciple of Mr. You Ran. Who Mr. You Ran was remained unclear to Yin Qian even now; however, one thing was certain: Mr. You Ran was no ordinary person. Each time he ventured out, no one ever saw him leave through the city gates, and in Yinzhou, there was no one who could enter or exit the city unnoticed.
"Forget it; perhaps Big Dog-head He overestimated our understanding. According to Big Dog Head's predictions, the enemy's attack will occur in the next few days. Jianren, go check if your brother has come out yet." The most pressing matter was still repelling the enemy; as for studying military strategy, Mo Wen had also mentioned that there was no rush.
In Yinzhou City, all city gates were tightly shut. Those who wanted to escape from within had mostly done so, while villagers from nearby towns had been relocated into the city and organized by village into camps. The reason for this arrangement was that Mo Wen explained to the Jin family it was to prevent enemy spies from mingling among the villagers; separating each village effectively reduced the chances of spies gathering strength together. Even if a camp experienced a rebellion, it would be easy to handle.
On the city walls stood a few listless soldiers, clearly put on display for the enemy's view. Behind the walls were troops ready for action; these were soldiers from the nine battalions of City Defense. Cheng Shi's Tenth Battalion had long since slipped out of the city in batches, and within the city, rumors had already spread as per Big Dog Head's orders about large numbers of City Defense troops fleeing. Meanwhile, the main battle zone surrounding the city walls had been designated as a restricted area.
"General, according to reports from our scouts who entered the city, Yin Qian has no troops left at his disposal; half of the soldiers from the nine battalions have already fled. Why does the Prime Minister want us to wait? Moreover, reports from our brothers at the rear indicate that Long Jiu is only indulging in pleasures and that troop movements are exceptionally slow; they should have joined us long ago but are still at Chi Yi..." Hei Hu sat at the head of the table in Shu Cang's vanguard camp outside Yinzhou City while commanders from various battalions flanked him on both sides.
"Do not speak recklessly about Young Master Jiu; we are in our own camp here among brothers. If you were outside, those words would be enough to cost you your head ten times over," Hei Hu said as he looked at the speaker with no hint of severity in his gaze.
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