Night falls.
In Fuli Fortress City, the lights were brightly lit, and the Song army was drinking happily.
King Yan of Song Dynasty smiled and drank wine. The accompanying generals of the Song army were also drunk, and one after another they came forward to toast the King of Song.
King Yanze of the Song Dynasty did not reject anyone who came.
During the banquet, the generals of the Song army were laughing and making noise, and their words were full of contempt and contempt for the Chu people, which made Zhao Shu, who was accompanying him, feel on pins and needles.
Song Wang Yanhu glanced around and saw Zhao Shu's expression, and couldn't help but smile: "Why is this Chu man so nervous?"
"Don't worry - our army has already deployed sentinels, and the three armies are on alert... Even if your Chu army attacks at night, it will not be a cause for concern."
After Song Wangyan said this, he laughed.
Before usurping the throne and becoming the king of Song Dynasty, he was also a general, so he was certainly familiar with marching and fighting.
Without all the preparations, King Yan of the Song Dynasty would certainly not be able to drink and have fun here with confidence.
Zhao Shu smiled bravely, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Song Wang Yan waved his hand: "Drink! Drink!"
Zhao Shu picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
Song Wangyan smiled and said: "Although I don't know your specific identity, I also know that you must be a high-ranking minister of Chu State."
"Now that Xiong Wuliang has invaded, if you have any ideas to defeat the enemy, I hope you can give me some advice."
"After all, you don't want to wait for Xiong Wuliang to break into the city and discover your whereabouts, right?"
Zhao Shu cursed secretly in his heart, but had nothing to say.
This seemingly reckless but actually treacherous Song Wangyan was right.
The situation has changed, and now, I have to become a 'traitor'.
Zhao Shu thought for a moment, and then said: "Your Majesty, this Fuli Fortress is indeed impregnable... I have been thinking hard, but I have not thought that Xiong Wuliang has any plan to break the city..."
Hearing this, King Yan of the Song Dynasty laughed again and drank all the wine in the wine bar in front of him: "Tell me, you and Mi Liang, the Marquis of Quyang, are both ministers of Chu... What is the reason that makes you so incompatible?"
When Xiong Wuliang was mentioned, Zhao Shu almost gritted his teeth!
Under the influence of alcohol, Zhao Shu began to curse: "Xiong Wuliang, Xiong Wuliang... that guy is a bastard! A piece of shit! A lazy idiot..."
"This son is a disgrace among our Chu people! A scum among the nobles!"
"Now that he is seeking death, I hope the king will kill this beast!"
Thinking that his beloved son Zhao Kong was so frightened that he was paralyzed by the former, Zhao Shu couldn't help but speak louder, and the hatred in his tone was undisguised.
Of course, while Zhao Shu scolded Xiong Wuliang, he also retained his sobriety - he must not reveal his identity in front of these Song people!
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The next morning.
Under the care of two soldiers of the Chu army, Tiandi got up from the simple camp bed.
Today is already the second day of the 'Three Days to Break the City' bet.
Tian Tian looked around - the Chu army was slowly making pots and making rice, and all the movements were very slow - it seemed that the Chu army still had no plans to attack the city today.
Did Xiong Wuliang give up the bet?
Don't want to win?
Tian Di is puzzled.
No matter what, it looks like my bet is safe!
By the way, Xiong Wuliang is also a top noble, and he should cherish his feathers, so he must be able to keep his word. When the three-day deadline passes tomorrow, the Chu army will definitely still be unable to break the city - and he can return home!
Thinking of this, Tian Di almost burst into tears.
homesick! I miss home!
Tiandi washed his face with warm water, then dressed up, chewed the hot porridge slowly, and thought quickly -
The Song army was well prepared and the city was so strong.
I heard that the Song army had 80,000 troops!
It is impossible for the Chu army to invade Song territory in a short time - let alone three days, even another month may not be able to break through Fuli Fortress.
This is a great thing for the country!
Tiandi also knew why Xiong Wuliang wanted to attack Song Dynasty in a hurry - he must have wanted to annex and break through the Song Dynasty as soon as possible, so that he could continue to cooperate with the offensive of the Jixi Allied Forces and extract wool from the Qi Kingdom.
Therefore, the slower the progress of the Chu army's attack on Song, the better!
As long as it takes enough time, the Jixi coalition forces will disperse without a fight.
By then Da Qi will have overcome the danger! It is still the most powerful country in the world!
Having said that, even if the Chu army could really break through Fuli Fortress, it would only be possible if the Chu state devoted all its efforts and suffered heavy casualties. Xiong Wuliang's so-called 'three days to break the city' bet yesterday seemed to Tiandi to be overestimating his capabilities.
I guess I had a short circuit in my brain and lost my mind.
Thinking of this, a mocking smile appeared on Tian Di's face...
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Accompanied by Zhao Hua, Xiong Wuliang came to the gate of the camp.
Behind Xiong Wuliang were Zhong Hua, who was bare-handed, and Xiao Hei, who was holding a sword.
Although Zhong Hua was seriously injured, he was a martial artist after all, and his physical fitness was excellent. Apart from his complexion being a little pale, there was nothing serious that could be seen from his gait alone.
It's just that the incomplete right hand has been tucked into the sleeve.
Xiao Hei took on the task of personally guarding Xiong Wuliang, and appeared on the same screen with Xiong Wuliang almost at all times.
"How many clay pots have been delivered?" Xiong Wuliang asked casually while looking at the densely packed carts at the door.
"Reporting to the lord - a total of more than 700 clay pots were sent, all of which are two feet in diameter and round in size according to the lord's requirements." The craftsman who followed the team to escort the pots looked at Xiong Wuliang with admiration and respect. said.
Xiong Wuliang nodded, thinking that Shi Er's movements were quite fast.
Looking carefully, some of these pottery pots still have dust on them, which is obviously not freshly fired. It is the goods that were not sold for a short period of time after being produced in the industrial park and were overstocked in the warehouse.
Today, Xiong Wuliang is going to turn these unsellable rags into treasure!
"Continue, I need more pottery pots." Xiong Wuliang ordered: "If there are not many two-foot pottery pots in stock, pottery pots of other calibers can also be sent together - the only requirement is that the shape must be Orderly.”
The craftsman said yes.
Zhao Hua was puzzled - what's the use of so many clay pots?
The 700 clay pots that had been transported were already piled up at the entrance of the camp.
Isn't that enough?
"My lord, the catapult built in the park will be delivered tomorrow morning." The craftsman added.
Xiong Wuliang nodded, expressing satisfaction.
The industrial park represents high standards and fine craftsmanship.
The catapults produced in the park are all products of standardized production, and even their parts are interchangeable. Coupled with the advanced counterweighted projection method, these catapults have extremely high accuracy.
Xiong Wuliang came to attack fiercely, but in the end he stood still under Fulisai City, just waiting for these 'big killers'!
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Zhao Hua thought about it for a long time, but could not figure out how the 'pot' and 'catapult' were combined.
When it comes to the overall situation and conspiracy methods, a hundred Xiong Wuliang cannot compare to the cunning and scheming Zhao Hua.
But when it comes to all kinds of whimsical ideas and skilled craftsmanship - Zhao Hua is far behind Xiong Wuliang's thinking.
Does the Lord really intend to put the dung in a clay pot and throw the dung on top of the city?
You can't just throw a letter of surrender, right?
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