In fact, not only one arsenal was burned down, but Taicang was also among them. Taicang stored a large amount of grain and grass, which was Korea's last secret reserve. However, the cruel fire devoured it.
"Asshole!"
Ji Wuye kicked the scout in front of him away, and his body hit the wall, making a crisp cracking sound. It was unclear whether it was the cracks on the wall or the cracking of the scout's bones.
"How could this massive arsenal be completely burned to the ground?"
"Are you all dead? You clearly saw the fire, but didn't you know how to put it out? You still let the fire engulf Taicang next door?"
"A bunch of incompetent people!"
Ji Wuye roared, releasing the accumulated anger and resentment.
Soon after, the Night Traveling Gods came to see Ji Wuye with a detailed explanation of the situation.
The arsonists were Mo Ya, Bai Feng, Wei Zhuang and more than ten snare killers under their command.
Before lighting the fire, they also poured a lot of kerosene on it. When the fire stick fell, a huge fire broke out, which caused Taicang to be involved in the burning.
This fire was like a basin of cold water poured on Ji Wuye's head, gradually cooling down his excited heart, but it was like a spark that ignited Ji Wuye's anger.
Ji Wuye once again kicked down the scout who had just gotten up. He had lost his composure and was roaring like crazy in front of a group of subordinates.
He really never thought that Mo Ya and others would be so cunning and unable to prevent him from taking the arsenal, so they simply burned the arsenal together with Taicang to prevent him from getting the siege equipment, which greatly hindered his ability to attack the Han Palace. Military action.
Ji Wuye's face was ashen as his plans were disrupted again and again, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was dripping from his face.
Not long after, another bad news came one after another.
Ji Wuye stood on the high platform, looking at the city gate ahead.
Cries of killing were everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air. Several crows floating in the sky seemed to sense the impending doom, and kept hovering in the sky.
Suddenly, a scout on a fast horse rushed over. His face was tired and anxious, and he shouted while running: "The east gate is under attack! The city gate has been..."
But before he could finish speaking, an arrow flew out, piercing his chest and sticking straight into the ground.
Immediately, there was a flash of cold light, and the scout was chopped to the ground with a sword.
Ji Wuye looked at the scout who seemed to want to say something with his mouth open. A touch of cruelty and ferocity flashed in his eyes. The sword flashed and the scout's head rolled to the ground, and blood spurted out like a spring.
The eyes that had not been closed were filled with disbelief, confusion, and deep resentment.
All the Korean soldiers around looked at Ji Wuye blankly, with puzzled expressions on their faces. But Ji Wuye sneered, his eyes flashed with sharp light, and he laughed.
"Hmph! This person is a trap killer who uses disguise to disguise himself as a scout! He is trying to disrupt the morale of our army!"
"It's a joke. There are 100,000 troops surrounding Xinzheng. Unless the Qin State has the power of foresight and predicts the day of the general's rebellion in advance, how can they gather a large army to capture the east gate?"
In this war-torn land, Ji Wuye showed his confidence and majesty, waving the eight-foot sword in his hand and pointing in the direction of the Han Palace: "Glory and wealth are right in front of you, take the Han Palace, this general and the You all share the glory and wealth!"
"Follow me and charge to kill!"
Riding on the war horse left by the scout, Ji Wuye rushed into the city, followed closely by the three thousand personal guards of the General's Palace. The rest of the ordinary Korean soldiers also followed and killed the royal city guards who were retreating from the outermost palace gate. go.
Ji Wuye took the lead, waving the eight-foot sword in his hand. The sword flew through the air like a dragon and snake, making a sharp whistling sound.
As if influenced by Ji Wuye's charge, the morale of the soldiers under Ji Wuye's command was greatly boosted, and they shouted and rushed towards the palaces blocking their path.
Conspiracy is an act of family punishment. Although most of them are not Ji Wuye's direct descendants, they are just eating the military pay provided by Ji Wuye.
But since he got on Ji Wuye's pirate ship, he could only follow Ji Wuye until the end.
If he loses, the whole clan will have to be buried with him.
And if he wins, just like Ji Wuye said, glory and wealth will be before his eyes.
A heavy reward must be rewarded by a brave man. Under the leadership of Ji Wuye, Ji Wuye's army rushed forward as if they had been given a shot of blood.
In just a moment, the three palaces blocking Ji Wuye's army were all breached.
"General, the last step is just before us!"
Zhang Ping followed Ji Wuye and reminded him.
Ji Wuye wiped the blood stains on his face and looked excitedly at the palace in front of him.
That is the palace of Han Wangan!
The throne of King Han that he has been dreaming about is right in front of him!
Ji Wuye's eyes were bright, with the flame of ambition shining in his eyes.
He took one step forward, and then another. His boots made a dull sound when they hit the ground. His majestic body moved forward, and the armor leaves on his body collided with each other, making a crisp knocking sound.
Three thousand personal guards of the General's Mansion guarded the left and right, followed closely by tens of thousands of Korean troops. Their eyes fell straight on the direction pointed by the eight-foot sword in Ji Wuye's hand.
The sword's light shines brightly on the eight-foot sword, as if indicating that the dawn of victory is about to come.
However, there was a look of worry on Zhang Ping's face that was difficult to conceal.
Whether the scout just reported a lie or not, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance.
But ordinary soldiers are dull and do not know the truth.
Most of the officers who understood the truth were Ye Mu's subordinates, tied to a rope with Ye Mu, and pinned all their hopes for glory and wealth for the rest of their lives on Ji Wuye, so naturally they would not break up the trouble at this time.
Even if someone really wants to give up, he would not dare to speak in public at this time, otherwise he will be the next to die.
What Zhang Ping was worried about was not whether this army would have any intention of retreating, but that he was worried about the army that the scouts said would break through the east gate.
Although South Korea is weak, Xinzheng is the capital of a country after all, with a high city and a deep pool.
There were another three thousand people guarding the east gate, and there were nearly ten thousand reserve troops in the city who could support the city gate at any time, but they were breached in such a short period of time.
Zhang Ping didn't think Luo Wen had this fighting power. Even if a group of Luo Wen's first-class assassins, together with Zhang Ji and Xue Yi Hou Bai Jin, came together, they wouldn't be able to seize the city gate so easily and in such a short period of time.
Even the master masters had to flee in a hurry when faced with the attacks from the front and rear by the nearly 10,000 reserve soldiers and the east gate defenders.
Therefore, Zhang Ping concluded that there must be a large army outside the city and the net inside the city should be combined with the outside.
Only when the army attracts the attention of the east gate defenders and reserve troops can these snares create an opportunity to seize control of the city gate and lure the army in.
Could it be that the Qin army really gathered here?
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