Yang Kui stopped short, not revealing his trump card. Under the watchful eyes of the many Demon Race generals, he shifted tack, saying, "At that time, the Court will appoint our neighbor as the Commander-in-Chief. We can do anything we want in his name. Then, when the Rebel Army clashes with the Imperial Guard, we'll suddenly strike from the side..."
As he reached the end, his expression turned savage. Holding a wine cup in one hand, he made a sharp, beheading gesture with the other. As his hand fell, his face softened into an amiable smile. He looked at Niu Zhen, who sat at the Commander's Desk, and said quickly and confidently,
"The Court has a total of four Imperial Guard armies. One has been dispatched to the north, and another is stationed in Anqing Prefecture. As long as we completely annihilate the Imperial Guard sent to suppress the rebellion, only a single army will be left protecting Shangjing City. The Court will not dare send that last one out, no matter what."
