Night Raid

After hearing Guan Ping's message, Wei Yan fell into deep thought. Ever since he had proposed the strategy of surrounding a point to draw in reinforcements that day, he had been considering how to improve the plan.

As Teacher Wang had taught them, they could prepare several action plans to deal with different situations. It was always better to be prepared.

"Brother Ping, how about this?" Wei Yan pulled Guan Ping over and whispered, "I think we can improve this plan further and achieve even greater results."

"Brother Wei, tell me." Perhaps it was because he had not seen his father for many years, or perhaps because Guan Yu was too stern by nature. In comparison, Guan Ping was somewhat closer to Wei Yan.

"In a while, take five hundred men and quietly circle around to here." Wei Yan pointed to a spot on the map for Guan Ping. "You only have one mission: stop all the fleeing stragglers from escaping back. Capture them if you can; if not, kill them. But do your best not to let a single person escape from here ahead of time."

"All right. Leave this to me." Guan Ping nodded in agreement.

That night, the soldiers in Liao Cong's camp went to sleep early. A full day of forced marching had left them utterly exhausted. The little food they had eaten for dinner had barely filled their stomachs, and nobody had the strength to do anything else.

A half-moon hung high in the sky. Clouds drifted past from time to time, and whenever they did, the world grew even darker. With three thousand five hundred men behind him, Wei Yan quietly crept toward Liao Cong's camp.

"You, take a hundred men to the east. When you hear us attack here, immediately start making a