When the Taiping Army arrived at the Eastern Capital City, the generals of Taiping saw the city under full, deadly siege.
Yuan Shitong surveyed the city’s defenses with a grave expression and said:
"Military strategy says that when facing ten parts, besiege it. To hold this mighty city of the world with thirty thousand elite troops is no small feat. To break through such a city in a short time, you’d need at least three hundred thousand soldiers."
Wen Qingyu looked at the firmly defended city, a trace of something unusual flickering in his eyes.
This strategist who plotted for the fate of all under heaven finally nodded and said:
"—Indeed."
Pang Shuiyun said, "This city will inevitably fall within thirty days, but to attack such a mighty city, even with ten times our forces, it won’t take less than thirty days."
"Using this method to 'exchange the stake.'"
"Dig in deep, fight a dull battle; since we know it’s not our match, we abandon cunning stratagems and instead use the three-hundred-year fate of Ying Kingdom’s mighty city gate as a fortress, fighting to buy time."
"Interesting—"
"Finally, there is some imperial boldness."
"A worthy opponent at last."
Xue Tianxing’s expression grew solemn.