Fu Li Sai, the third day, morning.
The soldiers of the Song Dynasty on the top of the city ran in panic and came outside the bedroom of the hungover King Yan of Song Dynasty. They shouted loudly: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
"The Chu army under the city has made a move!"
The door was pushed open with a bang. Zi Yan was shirtless, revealing all his tendons. His eyes were red, as if he had just been awakened.
"Let's go! Go take a look!" King Yan of Song Dynasty said concisely and to the point, while putting on his armor, he went straight to the city.
On the top of the city, more than twenty Song generals had all arrived and were discussing in low voices.
"What's going on?" Song Wangyan strode over and asked in a deep voice.
"Report to your Majesty—the Chu army's camp is moving, and they seem to be planning to attack the city!" Fulisai guard general Zhong Zheng said with his hand.
King Yan of the Song Dynasty stood at the top of the city and took a closer look——
I saw that the Chu army camp, which had been silent until now, had its gates wide open today.
The soldiers of the Chu army, dressed in razor-sharp armor, filed out and stood ready.
At the front were two hundred large, strange-looking instruments—Song Wang Yan recognized that these strange-looking things were actually more complex catapults.
King Yan of Song Dynasty was stunned: "The Chu army plans to use catapults to break down the city wall?"
He couldn't help laughing: "Stupid! How stupid is that?"
"My Fuli Fortress is so strong, Xiong Wuliang actually wants to use a catapult to knock down the city wall?"
"Hahahaha! Ridiculous!"
The generals of the Song Army couldn't help but nod their heads.
The talisman leaves the fortress and is as solid as gold.
If you want to use a catapult to knock down the city wall, that's a fool's errand - the city wall of Fulisai is no less than a solid piece of rock.
King Yan of the Song Dynasty asked someone to bring him a seat, and then he sat on the tower leisurely. Immediately, a general stepped forward to dissuade him and said: "There is no eye for stone on the battlefield. Your Majesty is a man of ten thousand gold. Please stay away for now."
Song Wang Yan waved his hand carelessly: "Why are you panicking?"
"I shot the sky and whipped the earth, and despised the ghosts and gods - in the end, even the ghosts and gods were intimidated by me and did not dare to reveal any visions."
"This king is my destiny!"
"How can a Chugou's arrow hit the middle man's body?"
When all the Song troops saw King Yan of Song acting like this, their morale was boosted! All the soldiers of the three armies waved their swords and halberds enthusiastically and shouted: "Long live the king!"
"Great Song Dynasty Hegemony! Long live!"
King Yan of the Song Dynasty looked up to the sky and smiled: "Little Xiong Wuliang, you dare to violate the situation! You are not overestimating your own capabilities!"
"Transmit the order - the soldiers of the three armies boarded the city and prepared to fight with the Chu army!"
The Song army cheered wildly, swarmed up the city wall, and firmly protected the seat where King Yan of Song was sitting in the middle. Especially those powerful imperial guards of the Song Army, all of whose faces were full of ferocity, seemed to be about to rush down and tear Xiong Wuliang's flesh and blood alive in the next second.
King Yan of the Song Dynasty looked at Zhao Shu, who was cowering aside, with satisfaction: "Sir, look at the momentum of the three armies of our Great Song Dynasty."
Zhao Shu hesitated for a moment, and then said as a last resort: "Uh... the master of Xionghu is unstoppable."
The King of Song Dynasty smiled, his face full of arrogance: "Although Xiong Wuliang has many victories, I now have 80,000 elite soldiers, and we have Fu Li fortress as a barrier..."
"I regard them as those who sell their heads by inserting bids!"
"Today's battle will knock Xiong Wuliang's undefeated reputation off the altar!"
The soldiers of the Song Dynasty were even more excited and roared in confusion, praising the bravery of the Song army and mocking the Chu country for overestimating its own capabilities...
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"What are the people of the Song Dynasty shouting?" Xiong Wuliang frowned, listening to the commotion on Fuli Sai, he listened attentively for a long time, but he didn't understand it very well.
Zhao Hua coughed dryly, considered his words, and then said: "That... seems to be greeting the female ancestors of your lord."
Xiong Wuliang was startled, and then he became angry!
OK.
You're tired of living, right? You rush to jump in line and get reincarnated, right?
"Catapults, get ready!" Xiong Wuliang said to Shaohu: "Just wait for me to raise my hands, and then we will launch them together!"
The Prince of Qi on the side looked at the mighty Fu Lisai, and then looked at the Chu army with only 10,000 people... he couldn't help but shook his head secretly——
Two days have passed since the three-day bet.
Today is the last day.
Judging from the crazy look of the Song army on the top of the city, even if Xiong Wuliang could really smash down the city wall of Fulisai, he would probably not be able to successfully capture the city despite the desperate fighting of the Song army.
I will win the bet!
"Ahem, Marquis Quyang——" Tian Di cleared his throat.
"Please don't forget the bet between you and me."
Xiong Wuliang glanced at the field: "Of course I haven't forgotten it."
Tian Di immediately said: "I would like to remind you, you and I have something to say beforehand - if the Chu army still cannot break the city today, I will send this prince back to Qi as a gift."
"The prince was born in the Chu Kingdom's family, and his father, Xiong Wei, was the son of the Chu Kingdom's late king... Shouldn't he deny it?"
Xiong Wuliang was happy.
It seems that his reputation for being unscrupulous has not spread yet.
But today, Fuli Sei is bound to be broken - there is no need to go back on one's word.
"I swear by the reputation of my ancestors and my title that I will keep my word! I will not go back on my word." Xiong Wuliang's voice was solemn and solemn, with honesty and reliability written all over his face.
The innocent field breathed a sigh of relief.
From the looks of him, Marquis Quyang of Chu State, he is a man of faith who sticks to his word!
That’s good, that’s good!
Tian Di also raised his hand and swore an oath: "In that case, I also swear by the incense of the State of Qi. If the prince can really defeat the city today, I will worship you as my foster father!"
Xiong Wuliang glanced at the field evilly.
Tian Di panicked for no reason, feeling like he had been trapped...
It shouldn't be... right?
Xiong Wuliang turned his head and ordered in a deep voice to Shaohu: "Pass this order to me - launch the catapult!"
…
Large and small clay pots were stacked on catapults.
Following Xiong Wuliang's order, the Chu soldiers controlling the catapult immediately disconnected the counterweight.
With a whistle, the wooden arm of the catapult straightened instantly, and large and small clay pots flew out...
These clay pots smashed against the city of Fulisai with astonishing accuracy!
King Yan of the Song Dynasty saw the black dots all over the sky rushing towards him. He couldn't help but feel startled and regretted that he had trusted too much - how could these Chu people's catapults be so accurate?
Although it was impossible for this round of volley to bring down the city wall of Fulisai, it was enough to cause heavy casualties to the Song army soldiers who were waiting on the city.
If I had known this, I should have taken shelter behind the city wall.
But...it doesn't matter!
The Song army has 80,000 men, and a small mistake can afford the loss.
call out!
Snapped!
Dense black dots hit the head of Fuli Sai City and shattered instantly. Song Jun, who was originally in a panic, was confused for a moment - what happened to these Chu people? Not throwing stones? Throw a crock pot?
Are you sick?
It’s a shame that I scared the labor and management just now!
Crackling, hundreds of clay pots shattered on the ground.
The liquid inside splashed out and spread everywhere, covering the entire city.
Many soldiers of the Song Dynasty were splashed by these strange liquids, and they couldn't help but wipe them off strangely - it was slightly sticky and dark in color...
Song Wangyan jumped up suddenly, his face twisted! Instantly pale!
He seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, so much so that the lips of this always bold king were trembling slightly at the moment!
"Quick! Back away!"
"It's...it's kerosene!"
"Xiong Wuliang, you are so vicious!"
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