Yang Zhenshan stood on horseback beneath the flagpole, looking at the overcast sky, his face solemn.
The sky was terribly gloomy, but it was not going to rain today.
His gaze swept over the wall ahead, as Yang Zhenshan closely observed through the telescope.
Today was the day of the decisive battle.
He had already delayed at Chongshan Pass for over twenty days, nearly a month, and could not afford to delay any longer.
All conceivable strategies had been considered, and all preparations that could be made had been set in motion.
Now the only thing left was to engage in a real battle.
Today there would be no probing attacks, only full-on assault from the start.
"Report, General, Yang Mingzhi and Yang Mingzhen's troops are in position and ready to attack at any time!" A messenger rode up hurriedly to report.
"Order them to stand by in place!" Yang Zhenshan commanded in a resolute tone.
"Yes!" The messenger responded and galloped away again.
