"Take off your clothes!"
"Ah...?!"
"I told you to take off your clothes! Hurry up! What are you wasting time for?"
"No!"
After a great deal of struggle, Wei Yan managed to round up nearly three thousand deserters from Yuan Shao's army, including the clothes stripped from the corpses.
Leaving three hundred men to guard the prisoners, Wei Yan planned to have them escorted straight back to Leling at daybreak. He then hurriedly led his troops toward Guan Ping's position.
"Big Brother Wei, how did it go?"
"Not bad. We captured more than two thousand and killed over a thousand. What about you?"
"We captured more than two hundred who fled this way."
"Good enough!"
"Big Brother, what are you planning to do? I thought Yuan Shao's army had just arrived. If you hadn't shown up, I would have nearly sent people out to ambush them."
"Disguise ourselves as Yuan Shao's army and trick our way into the city!" Wei Yan raised his eyebrows, applauding his own cleverness.
"Ah!?" Guan Ping had arrived late and had missed many details, so he was somewhat stunned. "Will that work?"
"What are you afraid of? With these prisoners here, tricking them into opening the city gates won't be difficult. Besides, even if we fail, we won't lose anything. If it succeeds, it'll be a great achievement."
Wei Yan said it casually, but Guan Ping's eyes lit up. He felt that this Big Brother was unbelievably bold.
The two of them led their soldiers on a forced march through the night. Along the way, they did not forget to interrogate the prisoners they had captured, especially the one with the highest rank among them—a centurion.
By daylight the next day, they rested throughout the morning and only set out again in the afternoon. By