Chapter 679

On the eve of dawn.

On Changshe city.

Huangfu Song, wearing armor and a cloak, is followed by Fu Xie and Huangfu Li.

Behind them are more than a hundred soldiers wearing black clothes.

Due to the lack of food and nutrition, ordinary soldiers and people mostly have night blindness.

That is, if there is no fire after dark, it is difficult to see clearly around.

But the more than a hundred people gathered behind Huangfu Song at this time are not ordinary soldiers, but Huangfu Song's personal guards.

These personal guards are composed of fellow villagers and party members, and their treatment is much better than ordinary soldiers on weekdays.

They can also be described as elite.

This is a team of manpower that every military general must have by his side.

At critical moments, they can play a decisive role.

Even if they cannot turn the tide of the battle, these people are the absolute strength and manpower for the general to break out of the encirclement at the end.

And tonight, Huangfu Song is going to use these elites under his command to rewrite the situation of the besieged Changshe.

More than a hundred personal guards are wearing black robes and wrapped with ropes made of dry grass and vines.

The dawn before dawn is extremely dark.

The bonfires and firelight that the Yellow Turban thief soldiers outside the city lit all night have gradually dimmed, leaving only flickering lights.

Huangfu Song turns his head to look at the guards behind him, as well as the soldiers who have climbed onto the city wall at this time.

"Everyone divide into four groups and pass through the gaps between the thief soldiers' camps."

"Then light the fires at the same time according to the agreed time. After the fire is lit, you start shouting from all four sides."

"Whoever succeeds will be rewarded with 30,000 coins and promoted by one rank." Huangfu Song says in a low voice.

The many guards behind cup their hands and answer in low voices.

Subsequently, Huangfu Song looks at the Army Supervisor Fu Xie and his nephew Huangfu Li.

"After the fire starts, you two each occupy one side, light fires on the city wall to echo and shout, and you must create momentum."

"When the sky is slightly bright, I will directly lead my troops to charge Bo Cai's central army, and you must open the city gates and rush out."

"Yes!"

Fu Xie and Huangfu Li cup their hands and answer.

"Go!"

"Action begins!"

Huangfu Song gives the order.

Subsequently, the guards behind begin to disperse.

As more than a hundred people disperse to the surroundings, they begin to follow the ropes that have been prepared in advance, and then carry flammable fire-starting materials to go down the city.

Huangfu Song stands on the city wall, leaning on the parapet with both hands.

Below the Ximen, hundreds of cavalry and thousands of infantry are ready, all inside the Ximen.

Time flies by minute by minute.

The darkness before dawn shrouds the earth.

There is no wind, only the chirping of insects and birds from time to time from somewhere.

The oppressive atmosphere on the eve of the great battle shrouds every corner of Changshe County.

The soldiers in the city are holding their weapons with uneasy hearts.

Huangfu Song on the city wall also has his brows tightly furrowed.

Victory or defeat depends on this battle.

If he loses, even if he is not killed by the thieves, he will definitely be dismissed from office and stripped of his title and sent to Luoyang.

Huangfu Song's brows are tightly furrowed, and the light from his eyes is as hard as iron.

"I will absolutely not fail!"

Huangfu Song's voice is low.

The Huangfu clan has been generals for generations.

His father was the Administrator of Yanmen Commandery, his uncle was the General who Pacifies the North, his grandfather was the Commandant of Fufeng, and his great-grandfather was also the General who Pacifies the North.

Their Huangfu clan has had countless military achievements as generals for generations.

He, Huangfu Song, comes from a famous family and is well-versed in military strategy.

Could it be...

"Could it be that I am not as good as him?" Huangfu Song squints his eyes.

This "him" naturally refers to Duan Yu.

Duan Yu is in Liangzhou, and he is also in Liangzhou.

Nowadays, people in the world compare Duan Yu with the former "Three Brights of Liangzhou."

With Zhang Huan, with Duan Jiong, and with his uncle Huangfu Gui.

Huangfu Song is unconvinced.

Duan Yu is just a junior, even younger than him.

Having only won two victories, why compare him with his uncle Huangfu Gui and their Huangfu clan?

To put it bluntly, what is Duan Yu's status?

He just relied on marrying Dong Zhuo's daughter to complete a leap.

Let alone Duan Yu, even Dong Zhuo of the Longxi Dong clan is nothing in front of the Huangfu clan; he can only be considered a local tyrant in the border commandery.

But now everyone takes Duan Yu to compare with the "Three Brights of Liangzhou" and with the Huangfu clan.

Even when he went to take office as the Administrator of Beidi Commandery last year, Grand Marshal Yang Ci mentioned Duan Yu in eight out of ten sentences during their conversation.

Telling him to pay attention to Duan Yu.

Telling him to find ways to constrain Duan Yu.

Telling him to observe Duan Yu.

Even with the intention of letting him learn from Duan Yu.

Why?

His Huangfu clan has been officials for generations with two thousand shi.

Duan Yu is just a grass-roots person who rose by luck.

He is not unconvinced.

He is disdainful.

His dignified Huangfu clan, to be reduced to a foil for a grass-roots person who started by marriage?

The last bit of night before dawn shrouds the earth.

The more than 100,000 Yellow Turban Army camps outside Changshe city are like beasts in the dark night, besieging Changshe city.

Huangfu Song stands on the city wall, looking at the firelight suddenly lit behind the Yellow Turban thief soldiers' camp.

A sharp light shoots from his eyes.

And as the firelight gets bigger and bigger, after being lit from all directions, Huangfu Song's hand has already tightly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Swish.

The sharp sword is unsheathed.

"Light the fire!"

Accompanied by Huangfu Song's loud shout, countless torches are also lit on the Changshe city wall.

Following closely is the loud shouting of the soldiers and people in the city.

"Lads, follow me down the city."

"Building achievements and establishing a career is at this moment!"

Huangfu Song quickly walks down the city wall.

At this time, the camps in the four directions of the Yellow Turban Army surrounding Changshe outside the city are already in chaos.

In the sky, a trace of fish-belly white is revealed, dispelling the last bit of darkness before dawn.

It also seems to herald the first horn of counterattack blown by Changshe, which has been besieged for nearly a month.