After seeing the strength of the Southern Army, Dong Liang became more cautious.
"No one is allowed to leave the city without this general's order!"
At the top of the city, the guards were even tighter. All kinds of defensive equipment were quickly piled up, such as rolling logs, stones, flying forks, and even dozens of large iron pots, steaming, placed on the long wall of the city.
"This Northern Army general is quite capable!"
Wei Wu and several generals looked at the changes on Junqiu City and sighed.
"Go down with the order and summon the generals of each battalion to come to the central army's tent at the appointed time to discuss strategies to defeat the enemy!"
There is nothing more to say. This first level must be passed.
It was getting late, and the two armies faced each other across the water. There was a murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth.
In the Chinese army's tent, dozens of generals gathered here, all looking at Wei Wu.
"Brothers, attacking a city is not like fighting in the field. No matter how powerful our army is, there will inevitably be casualties in the end. I have called you here today just to hear what good strategies my brothers have to minimize casualties. How can I help you? Get off this little Junqiu City!"
Wei Wu looked around at the generals and said slowly.
The generals were silent for a moment, all bowed their heads in thought.
"General, my subordinates believe that the best way to use troops is to attack the heart!"
Finally, a general stood out from the crowd and put forward his own opinion.
This general, whose surname is Ma and whose name is Lu, is a general under Wei Wu's tent. It is said that he is a descendant of Ma Chao from Xiliang. He is good at using spears and is especially good at strategizing.
Wei Wu was overjoyed and looked at Ma Lu.
"Come, General Ma!"
Malu saluted again and spoke plausibly.
"In the opinion of my subordinates, it is better to shoot a round of message arrows into the city first to show the great righteousness of the prince in raising the army and to declare the kindness of our southern army to give preferential treatment to the surrendered soldiers. It is expected that there are loyal people in the northern army. If we can If you raise the flag to respond, this city will not be difficult to defeat! Even if no one is willing to respond, it is enough to shake his heart!"
As soon as these words were said, all the generals nodded, but Wei Wu smiled and was not in a hurry to draw a conclusion.
"Heart war is the best, here is the summary of the art of war. General Ma's suggestion is very clever, but there is a key point here, which is very difficult to do. Think about it, although the moat of Dredging Qiu City is not very wide, it is also It is twenty or thirty meters long. If you want to carry out this plan, you must have an archer who can pull a five-stone bow. However, looking at all the camps, there are only a hundred such good players. In addition, the defenders of Junqiu How can you allow us to fire arrows without stopping?"
This is really the biggest difficulty. The enemy is already watching with eager eyes, and I am afraid that all the archers will not be able to reach within the effective distance, and they will be hit by hidden arrows from the city.
"Then that means we have nothing to do?"
At this time, Wei Dabao became a little impatient.
"That's not the case. General Ma's strategy must be used. However, use it in a different way."
Wei Wu smiled, obviously he had a plan in mind.
"General, do you have a good idea?"
All the generals asked in surprise.
"Haha, brothers, let's have a good rest tonight and recuperate, but just prevent the enemy from hijacking the camp. We will continue to call for formation tomorrow to disturb the enemy's mind. At the latest, this Junqiu City will be destroyed by the day after tomorrow!"
Wei Wu didn't say anything, he had already made up his mind. The generals also resigned one after another.
After a while, the sky became dark, the moon was pale and the stars were sparse.
"Junior brother, I leave this matter to you!"
Wei Wu held the hand of a personal guard, his eyes full of expectation. This personal guard is Yuan Da, his junior disciple who practices martial arts with Master Pantuo at Lingyin Temple.
Yuan Da was unprepossessing and calm. He didn't say much and only nodded solemnly.
After a while, several fast horses quietly left the camp and gradually disappeared into the vast night.
