"Actually, you had predicted long ago that I would lose this war, right?" John Sonny asked.
At this moment, Hakens sat across from John Sonny, sighing. The sight of John Sonny now was nothing like the John Sonny of yesterday; he seemed more like an aged old man, invoking pity.
"That's right, I just didn't expect you to lose so miserably, nor did I anticipate that within the opponent's camp, there would be such a formidable commander. I predicted your defeat, but not the extent of that defeat."
Hakens wasn't lying. In his view, even if John Sonny led a force of 5,000, they couldn't defeat the opponent, because the opponent was a person skilled in warfare. At best, they could only achieve a draw. However, he didn't expect that the opponent not only knew how to use troops but also used wisdom to drive soldiers. This was no longer just a general, but a strategist.
