"Mr. Chen, you speak!"
Xiang Tingchun habitually cast a glance.
"Send a message to Hengkang Prefecture at top speed."
Chen Sansi gazed at the sand table and said in a deep voice, "The current situation has An Ding Prefecture, where most of Yunzhou's forces are stationed, under siege. Only Hengkang Prefecture might still be able to send reinforcements."
"It's no use."
Xiang Tingchun shook his head, "Well before the Xi River tribes sent troops to attack Po Yang, I had already written to Hengkang Prefecture. They said they are the last line of defense in Yunzhou. Unless there's an order, they won't send a single soldier or scout elsewhere.
"Under these circumstances, by the time the battle report reaches the Capital City Ministry of War and orders are issued from there, who knows how long it will take? How could it possibly be in time?"
"That was then, this is now."