"I strongly object!" Andrew glared fiercely at Yun Zhe, then, still feeling that this wasn't enough to express his attitude, he suddenly grabbed Yun Zhe's collar, looked down at him, and said with his most furious expression, "Burn down Donic Castle?! I strongly object, don't even think about it." With that, he slammed him down, and Yun Zhe staggered backward, looking quite disheveled.

Philby hurriedly pulled Andrew back. He knew Andrew's temper; faced with such blasphemous words, it was hard to predict what kind of extreme reaction Andrew might have. Although he was already surprised that Andrew hadn't drawn his sword and killed the Aruru on the spot, he knew that not drawing his sword now didn't mean Andrew wouldn't draw it later. So he decisively pulled Andrew far enough away and stood between the two, acting like a peacemaker.

He didn't blame the Aruru man named Yun Zhe; on the contrary, he felt that what he said wasn't entirely wrong. He had also discussed this method with George, but they both felt it was too difficult to implement, and burning the land to the ground seemed to make little difference to being occupied.

Yun Zhe straightened his clothes, touched his forehead, and then looked at Andrew. "If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Why get so angry? I was just suggesting an idea, but if this method doesn't work, I can't think of a better one right now."

Andrew glared at Yun Zhe with obvious disgust, then glared at Philby standing in the middle, and spat on the ground in annoyance.

Philby glared back without hesitation, then turned to Yun Zhe, "Burning the land to the ground and being occupied are the same result, so Andrew naturally won't agree to it. Besides, it's difficult to set fires when they've all entered the city." Philby shrugged.

"You actually discussed the feasibility of this with him?!" Andrew's temper flared up again.

"Calm down, calm down. I'm just trying to help you out. Get this straight!" Philby was also getting a little angry.

"How about we go into street fighting? We can fight and retreat at the same time, and then fight them to the death inside the castle. I just spotted a small alley that's perfect for an ambush..."

“This is a good idea, more reliable than the previous one,” Philby nodded approvingly at Yun Zhe.

Yun Zhe smiled in response, but in his heart he was quite unconvinced. This was more or less a middle-of-the-road strategy, and not much better than the worst one.

"Damn politics," Yun Zhe muttered under his breath.

Philby still heard the complaint, but he didn't say anything and instead pulled Andrew along to design the ambush site.

Compared to the chaos at the Donic family's camp, the Lunlang family's camp was now shrouded in gloom.

The two captains of the first two hundred-man squads who fled were both court-martialed and beheaded. As for the other fleeing captains, they were also repeatedly berated by Gossa and Adam.

Adam, in particular, cursed fiercely, and it was he who insisted on killing the two captains of the hundred-man squad.

Gosa understood why his brother was so angry; he had botched the performance, completely botched it. This had rendered his brother's efforts futile, and all their plans were disrupted.

A battle that was destined for victory turned into a complete rout. Not only did his prestige and the morale of his troops suffer, but it also posed a "political disaster that could not be repaired." Of course, these were his brother's exact words; he had never really cared about politics.

What he was more concerned about was how the other side dared to attack with such a small number of people.

Furthermore, how could the army collapse so easily? They made so many preparations before setting out, so why did they still crumble at the first sign of trouble?

He wanted to organize his troops to fight back, but another army arrived to reinforce them. By noon, another cavalry unit had arrived. In the afternoon, another 400 troops poured into Donic Castle. Roughly speaking, there were now more than a thousand reinforcements in Donic Castle, including more than 400 cavalrymen.

Gossa understood that he had missed his best chance to capture Donic.

Compared to Gossa's troubles, his brother Adam had many more things to think about. After venting his anger, he began to consider how to end the situation. A public rout, no matter how hard he tried, left him with no plausible excuse to cover it up.

To make matters worse, waves of enemy reinforcements poured into Donic City, plunging him into despair. Thinking back to what he had said to all the centurion captains the night before, a sudden urge to kill surged within him.

His eyes were bloodshot; there was nothing left in the tent for him to throw away. He looked around, then ran out and into his brother's tent.

"We must have a victory, immediately, right now!" He no longer possessed the kindness and gentleness of an older brother; his tone was completely that of a superior issuing orders to a subordinate.

Gosa frowned in disgust, but he knew he hadn't done well enough today. If his brother exaggerated the incident when they got back, he'd probably be in big trouble. No, even without his brother's exaggeration, today's defeat was enough to tarnish his record.

He looked at his brother and pointed in the direction of Donic City. "Attack now, or tomorrow?"

Adam followed Gossa's finger and looked outside the tent, then said fiercely, "Today! Today it must be today!"

Looking at his brother, who had gone mad, Gosa said nothing more, nodded, and walked out of the tent.

“Call the other two families and tell them that either they will have dinner in Donic City tonight, or they will all die under the walls of Donic City tonight.”

Upon hearing this, Gesa paused for a moment, then turned his back to his brother and extended his right arm, making a gesture of reassurance.

After reading it, Adam collapsed to the ground, panting heavily as he watched his brother walk away.

Yun Zhe, Andrew, Philby, and others were inspecting suitable locations for an ambush when they heard a guard shout in the distance, "It's terrible! It's terrible! The Lunlang family's army has regrouped!"

Yun Zhe was stunned for a moment, while Andrew, Philby, and the others had already rushed to the top of the castle.

"Your strategy doesn't seem to have worked," Arthas said regretfully as he approached Yun Zhe. He wasn't taking the opportunity to mock Yun Zhe, but Yun Zhe's method of having his soldiers feign reinforcements had indeed given him too much hope. Now that hope was dashed, he naturally felt compelled to offer his opinion.

Yun Zhe scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh. He was deeply puzzled, though. "Are they blind and can't see our reinforcements, or have they already figured out my plan?"

Yun Zhe was filled with doubts. As he walked, he considered several possibilities, but he never thought of one: the politicians' madness in pursuit of political achievements.

Standing atop the tower, one can see three neat square formations slowly approaching Donic Castle from three directions, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.