The evening breeze blew in from the east, blocked outside the tent.
The lit candle illuminated the table inside the tent, where Xu Huang stood armored, contemplating which direction to attack next.
He was well aware that he could not afford to lose on this expedition.
If he failed, the King of Wei would never forgive him.
The current King of Wei was no longer the same as before.
Or perhaps the King of Wei had never changed.
It's just that the current King of Wei no longer needed to suppress his temper or show humility to wise men.
Much like how Yuan Shao, once he monopolized his region, could not tolerate dissenting voices.
In the past, Xu Huang wouldn't have thought this way, but as time went on, he had to admit that the King of Wei and Yuan Shao were indeed childhood friends.
Xu Huang looked at the rough map on the table, and after much consideration, he decided to feign an attack on Weitou.
In reality, he would send a heavy force to attack Sizhong.
