From Zigui to Yiling was less than two hundred li, yet Guan Yu had forced his five thousand Blade Hands to march for five whole days!
Thus, by the time they had gone through a series of camp setups and begun their first formal assault on the city, six full days had already passed.
According to the intelligence, Yiling currently held more than eight thousand defenders. Adding the retainers of the wealthy families in the city and the able-bodied men conscripted to man the walls, the total came to around thirteen thousand.
Guan Yu merely glanced over this intelligence before tossing it aside. Useless!
This time, Guan Yu, fully helmeted and armored atop his horse, did not stand at the front of the formation. Instead, he called Guan Ping over from the side. "I'm giving you three thousand troops. You'll command the assault this time."
"I obey, my lord!" A flash of delight crossed Guan Ping's face before he hurriedly suppressed it. This was not his first time leading troops independently, but it was the first time he would be demonstrating himself before his old man. Excitement mingled with a trace of nervousness in his heart.
Watching Guan Ping go to select the troops, Zhou Cang, standing behind Guan Yu, really wanted to ask whether giving him only three thousand men was a little too few. His instincts told him there was a trick to this. Guan Ping was simply too excited to notice.
Guan Ping had inherited Guan Yu's lineage, and he had also learned seven-tenths of his father's style of command. Aside from following the Drill Manual strictly throughout the assault, he also charged into battle personally, just like his old man. The only real difference was his armor.
Originally, Guan Ping had wanted to imitate his old