Old Siming remained silent.
General Xue drew marks on the tiles, speaking calmly: "Li Guanyi and Yue Pengwu can hold off Jiang Su, who is bolstered by national fortune, for a time, but not for too long. If it lasts too long, Li Guanyi and Yue Pengwu will die."
"This time is not like before; there is no overwhelming force, nothing can restrain the military god because the [weakness] that used to make him retreat is no longer a weakness."
"Mourning soldiers will surely win; at this moment, Jiang Su knows Jiang Wanxiang's days are numbered. He only seeks one battle and one victory. What kind of strength can he unleash?"
"I can hold off Jiang Wanxiang for a time, but not long."
"Do you think Li Zhaowen of the Eighth Layer Heaven can survive under the spear of Yuwen Lie at the peak of the Nine Heavens, or that Yue Qianfeng of the Eighth Layer Heaven can surpass He Ruoqinhu, once the fourth in the world?"
