The Looming Storm
You stand atop the ridge of the Black Cloud Pass. Below, the mist swirls like a living thing, obscuring the valley floor. Your scouts report that the army of Chu, led by the arrogant General Zhao, is approaching with thirty thousand men. You have but five thousand.
Sun Tzu, your mentor, has taught you the essence of Tactical Dispositions: "The good fighters of old first put themselves beyond the possibility of defeat, and then waited for an opportunity of defeating the enemy."
Lieutenant Li approaches, hand resting on his sword hilt. "General, the enemy is tired from their march. If we strike now, while they are disorganized in the valley, we can break them!"
To your right, the dense forest offers perfect concealment. To your front, the open slope beckons for a charge.