Strategist Sun walked briskly into the central command center of the citadel. He wanted to issue clear military orders to resolve the localized problem outside his walls.
He presented a clear logical plan in his own mind: first, he would mobilize his army; second, his army would engage and route the enemy forces; third, he would return to balancing the city's taxation ledgers.
However, as he looked down into the main courtyards, he observed that his officers were completely failing to execute the very first step of his plan...
"Huh? Get the troops ready! Why aren't you moving?!" Strategist Sun demanded.
His lead infantry commander stepped forward to answer the strategist. The commander was experiencing high levels of stress and felt a deep sense of self-preservation.
"Strategist, do you expect us to send our infantry out and run until we reach their cavalry, only to be killed halfway there before we've even taken two meters?" the commander asked.
