At this moment, Zheng Fan truly felt as if destiny was on his side! If Li Fusheng weren't above him, if the Earl of North Border and Lord Jingnan weren't even higher, if the Yan Emperor and Eunuch Wei weren't there... if he didn't only have 2,500 men under his command, if there weren't so many 'if onlys'... Chief Zheng could have given the blind man a knowing glance and smoothly ascended the throne.
However, the ever-cautious Zheng Fan immediately asked, "Could this be a trick?"
Liang Cheng shook his head, saying, "They can't afford to play such a trick." He elaborated, "Feigning surrender to lure the enemy in for a counter-attack? You have to consider the enemy's caliber. The local defenders of Qingshan County, a bunch of deserters, and the local townsfolk... could this ragtag group possibly pull off such a sophisticated ruse? It's like feigning retreat—a tactic rarely used in ancient times because it often turned into a genuine rout."
