This night was exceptionally long.
_Jiyuan City, Lord’s Manor._
Ouyang Shuo's letter had reached Baiqi's table in less than two hours.
Baiqi opened it. After he read the letter, he muttered, “Han Xin? That's interesting."
"Men!"
"Present!"
"Raise the tent for the meeting!"
"Yes, general!"
The guard took this matter really seriously and immediately informed the other generals. Although it was late at night, no one would grumble about raising the tents for a meeting.
Military matters were really urgent, so being woken up in the middle of the night was normal.
In less than fifteen minutes, Zhang Han, Er'Lai, Zhang Liao, Qinqiong, Wang He,Lin Yi, and the rest all gathered in the meeting hall.
These generals all knew the way that Baiqi handled things, so they did not dare to tarry. As for the generals of the other lords, they all came late, which displeased Baiqi.
"Tomorrow, which of you dare to accept the battle against Xiang Yu?"
