"How should we proceed?" Zhou Yu pressed his temple with a finger. This was his forte, battlefield command. Though somewhat arrogant, at this moment, there was probably no one better than him.
"Hmm, although I'm reluctant to admit it, to be honest, my command of troops is pretty poor. I'm good at internal affairs and people's livelihoods." Chen Xi sighed, revealing the truth without hiding anything; by now, there was no harm in stating the obvious.
"I had some suspicions about that." Zhou Yu nodded, indicating his understanding.
"However, I believe in the idea that the heavy sword has no edge; great skill appears clumsy. If it doesn't work, just overpower them. We all know the outcome of this battle against the Northern Huns—an inevitable defeat for them. Our national power is about a hundred times theirs. For us now, the Northern Huns are merely a nuisance," Chen Xi said earnestly to Zhou Yu.
