An attack on Moling was the next move. As soon as Sun Tsʻê arrived at the moat he summoned the commander, Hsüeh Li, to surrender. Some one let fly a furtive arrow from the wall which wounded Sun in the left thigh so severely that he fell from his steed. Hastily his officers picked up their wounded chief and returned to the camp where the arrow was pulled out and the wound dressed with the medicines suitable for injuries by metals. By Sun Tsʻê’s command the story was spread abroad that the hurt had been fatal and all the soldiers set up cries of lamentation. The camp was broken up. The defender of the city made a night sortie, but fell into a carefully prepared ambush and presently Sun himself appeared on horseback shouting “Sun Tsʻê is here still.” His sudden appearance created such a panic that the soldiers dropped their weapons and fell on their faces. Sun gave orders not to kill them but their leaders fell, one from a spear thrust as he turned to run away, another wounded by an arrow, and the commander in chief was slain in the first rush. Thus Sun Tsʻê got possession of Moling. Having calmed the people he sent his soldiers away to Chinghsien, where Tʻaishih Tzŭ was in command. Tʻaishih Tzŭ had assembled two companies of veterans in addition to his own troop for the purpose of avenging his master. Sun Tsʻê and Chou Yü on the other hand consulted how to capture him alive. The latter’s plan was to attack the city on three sides, leaving the east gate free for flight. Some distance off an ambush would be prepared, when their victim, his men fatigued and horses spent, would fall an easy victim. The latest recruits under Tʻaishih Tzŭ’s banner were mostly hillmen and unaccustomed to discipline. Beside the walls of the city were pitiably low. One night Sun ordered one Chʻên Wu to strip off his long dress, leave his arms save a dagger, clamber up the ramparts and set fire to the city. Seeing the flames spreading the commander made for the east gate and, as soon as he got outside, Sun Tsʻê followed in pursuit. The pursuit was maintained for some thirty li when the pursuers stopped. Tʻaishih Tzŭ went on as long as possible, finally halting to rest in a spot surrounded by reeds. Suddenly a tremendous shouting arose. Tʻaishih was just starting when tripping ropes arose all round, his horse was thrown and he found himself a prisoner. He was taken to camp. As soon as Sun Tsʻê heard the news he himself rode out to meet the successful man and ordered the guards to leave the prisoner, whose bonds he loosened with his own hands. Then he took off his own embroidered robe and put it on the captive. They entered the camp together. “I knew you were a real hero,” said Sun. “That worm of a Liu Yu had no use for such as you and so he got beaten.” The prisoner, overcome by this kindness and good treatment, then formally surrendered.