"No, we cannot fully entrust it to the people of Dahua! If they surrender, our positions will be directly torn apart!" Liu Zhian shook his head in his underground bunker, rejecting his subordinate's suggestion.
He certainly doesn't trust those Dahua people; they're known for switching allegiances whenever it suits them, utterly untrustworthy.
If these rearmed Dahua troops happen to collapse and surrender, won't the defensive line that the Qin Army painstakingly set up collapse all over again?
But no matter how this is arranged, there will always be someone dissatisfied. Liu Zhian realized that when things become complicated, he as the Commander seems to be somewhat inadequate.
Previously, he was merely commanding the Qin Army in battle, as if directing with ease, without needing to consider strange and peculiar matters. But now, it's clearly different; the work he needs to do has multiplied.
