"Hurry up and run, hurry up and run, it looks like the Northern Huns are on our tail," Zhou Yu and Chen Xi bantered with each other as they ran. Their situation was almost exactly as expected; the opponent, with great acumen, suppressed their anger and intended to wear them down with pursuit.
"Let them chase us," Chen Xi said with a smile, showing no worry at all. He could guarantee that by the time they arrived with their large army, and the opponent was tired from the pursuit, Zhao Yun's reinforcements would have arrived. By then, their idea of using a small force to win against a big one would only lead to defeat.
"But are you certain the reinforcements will arrive?" Zhou Yu inquired while still appearing carefree.
