Yang Zhengshan sat on his horse beneath the Commander's Flag, Looking At the overcast sky, his face utterly solemn.
The sky was terribly gloomy, but it would not rain today.
His gaze swept toward the city wall ahead, and Yang Zhengshan raised the Thousand-Mile Mirror, observing it carefully.
Today was the day of the decisive battle.
He had already been delayed at Chongshan Pass for more than twenty days, and it was about to be a full month. He could not drag it out any longer.
Every method he could think of had been thought of; every arrangement he could make had already been made.
Right now, the only thing left to do was fight one solid, head-on battle.
Today there would be no probing attack, only one all-out push in a single breath.
"Report! General, Yang Mingzhi and Yang Mingzhen's troops are in position and can launch an attack at any time!" a messenger soldier galloped over on horseback and reported.
"Order them to hold their positions!" Yang Zhengshan said solemnly.
"Yes!" the messenger answered, then rode off at a gallop again.
"Report! General, the Jinzhou Guard's troops are ready and can attack at any time!"
"Report! General, the Jianning Guard's troops are ready and can attack at any time!"
"Report! The front army's crossbow bolts have been loaded!"
"Report! The cavalry on the east and west wings have completed their deployment!"
One report after another Sounded beside Yang Zhengshan's ears, but Yang Zhengshan only looked at Chongshan Pass opposite him without saying a word.
The arrangements that had to be made had all been completed over the past two days.
For this siege, the Tenglong Guard Infantry would serve as the main force, led by Song Dashan, striking straight at the city gate.
Chongshan Pass had a Barbican,