Chapter 13: Submerged Seven Armies_1
Amidst Pang Juan’s unease, the battle dragged on into its third day. As dawn broke, a light rain began to fall, the crystal-clear raindrops like tens of thousands of threads descending from the sky onto the Anyi Pass region.
In the mountain forests, a hazy mist lingered, shifting into a myriad of illusions. With the naked eye, one could only see a hundred *zhang* into the distance.
On the ground, rainwater mingled with blood, pooling together like liquid rubies.
"What’s the situation?"
That day, Qin Wudao did not dispatch troops. Seated in his commander’s chair, listening to the patter of rain outside, he asked in a deep voice.
"Your Highness," a soldier caked in mud reported with deep respect from within the command tent. His voice held a note of awe. "Everything is prepared. We only await Your Highness’s order to withdraw!" From observing the dam’s construction to the river’s diversion, he had faintly guessed Qin Wudao’s plan.
The thought that they could flood Anyi Pass and drown millions of Wei soldiers thrilled him to the core.
"Understood. Go back and tell Jia Xu to await my command!"
Qin Wudao nodded, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel and frenzied smile.
"The Wei soldiers are truly pitiful for having encountered Your Highness."