"Tsk, tsk, tsk, motionless like a mountain."
"Swift as thunder."
"Indeed, it is so."
"A three-hundred-year military god, this foundational insight and decision-making is quite something."
Old Siming sighed and reminded, "Old Xue, he is at least two hundred years younger than you."
General Xue couldn't be bothered to respond, just staring blankly at the sky. Old Siming got up, sat beside General Xue, stayed silent for a long time, and said, "Can you stop Jiang Wanxiang?"
General Xue said, "I can't."
"Beside him is Yuwen Lie with that White Tiger, He Ruoqinhu, and the somewhat lesser Qin Yulong."
"If I go by myself, I will most likely be shattered like a block of wood after one battle."
General Xue looked at the sky, chewing on the grass in his mouth, and said, "The stuff of the Military School, it's not actually that complicated. When it comes down to it, it's about always keeping an advantage when confronting an opponent."
