"If we are to strike, we strike Zhao Ji! Zhao Jie poses little threat!" Tang Mo, observing the map, keenly pinpointed the crux of the matter: "Zhao Jie escaping merely leaves a hidden danger for Zhao Yu, whether we eliminate this danger for him or ignore it, it's not fatal."
"Moreover, Zhao Jie's stance in staunchly defending the Imperial Capital is not resolute. Once we attack him, he will run! Thus, attacking him is useless, just let him make his own judgment."
Then he continued: "But Zhao Ji is different, he can't run! Once he retreats, he will inevitably lose half of the Southwest and Northwest, a loss he cannot afford!"
"Therefore, we strike Zhao Ji first, as he will inevitably be dealt with sooner or later. We cannot avoid this!" Tang Mo tapped twice on the northern part of the Imperial Capital's map: "Keep Zhao Jie in place, don't touch him for now. Once Zhao Jie flees, Zhao Ji's defenses in the Imperial Capital will be consolidated, which would inadvertently aid Zhao Ji!"
