"Can this really break the formation?" Guo Jia, being more knowledgeable about formations than others, softly asked as Chen Xi and the rest turned to watch Zhao Yun lead his forces to attack Yuan Shao's army's northwest flank.
"If it fails, we'll merely sacrifice six thousand soldiers. If we go all in, we'll likely lose twenty thousand, and whether we can achieve mutual destruction remains uncertain." Jia Xu's expression was utterly calm, showing no trace of regret for abandoning part of the army.
"If this method of yours is discovered, you'd definitely be cursed to death by the Lord." Guo Jia lowered his head in thought for a moment before addressing Jia Xu. He quickly realized that this man beside him was not only ruthless toward others but also toward himself.
