"The scout reports that Lian Po continues to retreat towards Jinyang and is already merely a few miles from the city."
"What's odd is that Lian Po hasn't entered the city but has instead set up camp on the eastern side of Jinyang City," Yang Duanhe reported.
"It seems Lian Po can't enter the city," Wang Jian said gravely after a moment of thought.
"What do you mean by that, Senior General?"
"Lian Po has been retreating all this way, avoiding battle with our army, precisely to fall back to Jinyang for defense. So why can't he enter the city?" Yang Duanhe asked, looking perplexed.
Wang Jian smiled faintly. "You must have heard about Lian Po's final letter, haven't you? It has now spread throughout the Zhao state. Because of this letter, everyone in Zhao is bitterly united against our Qin."
"I must say, Lian Po holds high prestige in Zhao. The King of Zhao's move is indeed cunning," Yang Duanhe said gravely.
