"Thus, there was Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon, and Zhang Liang strategizing within the command tent."
A harsh night wind suddenly rose outside the window, causing the candlelight to flicker unsteadily on the bronze lampstand.
Gu Ze glanced at Zhuge Liang but did not interrupt.
How could he not understand the talents of his own disciple?
"Guangwu triumphed over a million at Kunyang," Zhuge Liang suddenly rose, his wide sleeves stirring gently in the breeze, "and it was not solely due to the diehard battle of the Chongling youth."
He lightly tapped the green bricks with his toes, his eyes shining as he looked at Liu Bei, once more speaking, "You must know Zhongwu stabilized Hebei, heavenly soldiers descended to crush Longyou."
"—How can the earth be recreated relying solely on hot blood?"
Liu Bei's expression was exceptionally complicated.
