"Crazy, crazy, crazy! Truly crazy!"
Zhao Dengfeng barged into Wei Renchong's barracks and kicked the sleeping Wei Renchong, "Wake up! The young commander is crazy!"
"Crazy is crazy," Wei Renchong turned over impatiently and continued to sleep.
Zhao Dengfeng was dumbfounded, "What's your problem? Have you pounded iron so much over the years that you've pounded your brain into stupidity? I said, the young commander is crazy! He plans to attack the city tomorrow afternoon! And it's a two-front attack! Can you believe it? How many troops do we have, how many troops does Quyang City have, how exhausted are we from the journey here, how relaxed is Quyang City's army from resting and waiting, can we really fight them?"
"It's not like we haven't fought before," Wei Renchong said flatly.
Zhao Dengfeng was stunned for a moment before realizing he was referring to the battle years ago when Xuanyuan Li routed Jin Country's eighty thousand troops with his twenty thousand cavalry.
