On June sixteenth, three hundred thousand Great Liang soldiers arrived in a vast, surging tide outside Baoding Prefecture City.
The army's linked camps stretched thirty li, and an aura of grim slaughter shot up into the heavens.
Baoding Prefecture City could be considered a large city, but it certainly could not compare to Capital City; it was not even on the same level as Capital City.
Baoding Prefecture City's walls stood four zhang high, with six gates on its four sides, but it had no barbicans, arrow towers, or other defensive structures, much less so many stationary crossbows.
Because Chongshan Town's army had occupied Baoding Prefecture City for too short a time, the defensive supplies inside the city were not abundant either.
Therefore, although Chongshan Town was holding the city, the advantage of the city they occupied was not very great.
On the city wall, Yang Zhengshan looked at the camps connected into one expanse outside the city, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
"What are your thoughts?" Yang Zhengshan looked towards Yang Chengye beside him.
Yang Chengye knew Yang Zhengshan was testing him, so he thought about it before saying, "This grandson thinks we should take the initiative to attack!"
Yang Zhengshan laughed heartily. "That's right. What warfare fears most is fighting a stupid, dead battle—deploying formation, soldier against soldier, general against general. That is fighting a stupid battle."
"We cannot be stupid ourselves, and we cannot let the enemy be stupid either. We must move, and we must make the enemy move as well. Only then can we find the enemy's flaws and crush them in one stroke!"
"Now we've already successfully made the enemy move. They've left the capital and appeared here. Next, it should be our turn to take the initiative to attack!"
Yang