Nanchang City, Prefecture Office of Yuzhang.
Lan Yuan and the generals sat upright within the main hall. He first swept his gaze over everyone, then asked Ding Feng with a grave expression, "The battle at Chaisang concerns the entire situation, but the Trap-Breaking Army cannot take part in naval warfare. Tomorrow, we can only rely on Chengyuan. Yet the troops under your command also come from Jiangdong—can they truly give it their all?"
"Young General, you should know the situation. Most of them are Dai Liang's and Chen Shi's troops. Though I have led them for some time, I would not dare claim there is no chance of mishap. Moreover, Chaisang's navy is elite, which is why I suggested bringing Sun Lin along—to make the defenders wary of striking at the rat for fear of breaking the vase." Ding Feng looked troubled.
Lan Yuan muttered to himself, "Tomorrow, not only must we crush the enemy utterly, we must also keep casualties to a minimum. Otherwise, we will not have enough troops to rush back to Xingan and stop the routed soldiers. I wonder whether General Gan is in position yet."
"Young General, do not worry. Sir has always been cautious in his dealings. Since he notified us to head north, he must have given General Gan his orders well in advance. So long as we set the Chaisang naval camp ablaze tomorrow night, the navy at Wuchang will see the signal and sail south in response. With a pincer attack by land and water, victory is assured." Chu Qing answered easily.
"If General Gan lends us his aid, the great undertaking will be accomplished." Ding Feng had been uneasy, but Chu Qing's words filled him with confidence again. Gan Ning's reputation in Jiangdong was resounding; no ordinary man could withstand