A full twenty thousand defenders had gathered, relying on the city's towering walls and sturdy fortifications. Under normal circumstances, even if Guan Yu brought four thousand Blade Hands, breaking through the city would not have been easy.
But the problem was that Guan Yu had never intended to launch a frontal assault from the very beginning.
The reason he had fought beneath Yiling for six or seven days was partly to train Guan Ping, but more importantly, it was to numb the defenders of Jiangling.
After putting on a show for so many days, wasn't it all to make the Jiangling defenders misjudge the situation?
Of course, this was all based on the premise that they had not anticipated Guan Ning's arrival or Guan Ping's breakthrough.
Now that Wen Pin had sent out troops, the people of Jiangling had relaxed, Gan Ning had arrived, Guan Ping had broken through, and everything was ready. Guan Yu had absolute confidence in taking Jiangling.
Guan Yu's target had always been Xiangyang, that much was true. But that did not mean he would charge in recklessly. Guan Yu had never considered himself a brainless military commander who could only charge straight ahead.
I, Guan Yu, am a commander.
Compared with the quality of Guan Yu's Blade Hands, the Jingzhou troops were far inferior. If they had the advantage of the walls and could use the cloud energy to suppress Guan Yu's army, they might still have fought them to a draw... But now that they had lost the advantage of the walls, what they had lost was not merely the physical walls providing them with geographical advantage. They had also lost the wall in their hearts.
If one had to describe it with a specific statistic, it would be—morale: 40.
The entire city of