After Jia Luo finished speaking, he looked at Xu Xing, looking forward to his answer.
"Recuperate fully and wait for the opportunity; wait for the opportunity to intervene and make a decision in one fell swoop." Xu Xing waved his right arm fiercely, making a chopping gesture.
Jialuo couldn't help laughing: "This is reasonable. In your Han language, it is called a mantis stalking a cicada, with the oriole behind."
The gate tower above the south gate city wall.
"Why didn't they crash the car and attack the city gate today?" Xiong Zezhong felt strange as he watched the rebels continue to attack the city wall.
Tan Xing looked at the attacking rebels and laughed loudly: "Your Wengcheng has trapped more than 2,000 Jialuo troops. How can they have the courage to attack the city gate?"
"It seems that the defensive effect of the urn inside the city is far better than that outside the city, otherwise the rebels would not be fooled." Xiong Zezhong was also extremely happy and couldn't help laughing.
Tan Xing turned back and looked at Wengcheng: "Indeed, the little saint has a long-term vision and gave the rebels an unexpected surprise."
"The rebels have been fooled by such a big trick, and there won't be a second time." Xiong Zezhong was happy, looking in front of him, worried about Tan Xing, "The rebels have changed their attack method now, and their generals have also changed. I don't know. Is there any other way?"
Tan Xing looked at the rolling attacking rebels and fell into deep thought.
He thought for a while and suddenly gritted his teeth: "Zizheng, you are supposed to be soldiers. It's not the critical moment yet, so take a rest first."
"Have a rest. Didn't you see that there are so many rebels in front of us? What if we attack the city wall?" Xiong Zezhong asked in disbelief with his eyes widened.
After saying that, he waved his hand and chopped down a rebel arrow that had slipped through the net.
But the more dangerous thing is still behind, the flint fired by a trebuchet is about to fall.
The flint was getting closer and closer, like a ferocious fire dragon that wanted to devour everyone on the ground.
Even if it does not fall on anyone present, it will fall on the roofs of residents.
The city is full of residential buildings, many of which have tiled roofs.
As long as flint falls, it will be a trivial matter to smash the roof, and the house will easily burn, and it may even burn into pieces.
You must know that these flints oiled with fierce fire cannot be extinguished by wind or water.
Xiong Min, the deputy captain of the private soldiers, had already prepared and led a group of men to receive the rebel flint on the fireproof Eight Immortals table.
The Xiong soldiers kept shouting, instructing them to move the fire-proof Eight Immortals table.
Bang bang, bounced on the fireproof Eight Immortals table, but did not fall into the city.
Chaba, who had been prepared long ago, quickly picked up a dustpan and covered the flint with river sand.
The flames on the flint struggled for a few times and finally had to be extinguished.
Bang bang, a flint suddenly fell on the roof of the gate tower, and the fire began to burn.
The gate tower is a military facility, so it is naturally relatively solid, and flint has not fallen from the roof.
But as the fire grew larger, the purlins of the roof would be burned, and sooner or later the flint would fall from the roof.
Xiong Min shouted, picked up the stairs, and was about to climb to the roof.
He is fast, but there is someone faster than him, that is Basolandeji.
After seeing Xiong Min setting up the stairs, he took advantage of his lightness and ran in front of him.
The bear people were anxious. They climbed up and yelled to be careful.
After the Xiong people climbed up, a soldier came up cautiously, carrying two handfuls of river sand on his shoulders.
Xiong Min glared at the soldiers: "Go upstairs and pick up river sand, you will die."
"Commander, the fire is so big, it is faster to carry it with a load and put out the fire faster." The soldier said reluctantly while holding the stairs with one hand and carrying the load.
But seeing the serious and tenacious look of the soldier, he had no choice but to swallow what he wanted to say again, making a whining sound from his mouth.
After thinking about it, Xiong Min shook his head and didn't want to scold him anymore: "Be careful, don't flash your waist."
Xiong Min said as he quickly came down the stairs.
He held the stairs with one hand and held the pole on the soldier's shoulder with the other hand to prevent the soldier from falling down the stairs.
Finally reaching the roof, Xiong Min and his soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and placed a handful of river sand on the roof.
When Solangeji saw the river sand, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He immediately grabbed the dustpan and carefully moved towards the flint.
Reaching the edge of the flint, the flames grew bigger and bigger.
Fortunately, it was a snowy day, so it didn't have that baking feeling, but instead felt warm.
He carefully poured down the river sand in the dustpan, and the flames began to dim.
At this time, several arrows shot over like meteors. It turned out that they were fish that slipped through the net.
No matter how high the table array is, it cannot completely intercept it.
Chaba's face turned pale. After all, this was on the roof, and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
It was too late for Xiong Min to draw his sword. When he saw the two dustpans and poles in front of him, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
He picked up the pole and swung the arrow across it.
Fortunately, these arrows were all shot from under the city wall, and most of their power was lost when they hit the roof of the gate tower.
Under Xiong Min's exertion, they all fell down one after another.
If it is flat ground, it will be difficult to shoot down these arrows with a pole.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." Chaba was so excited that tears filled his eyes, and he kept kowtowing in thanks.
Xiong Min ignored him and said to him: "What are you talking about? Put out the fire quickly."
"Yes, yes." Chaba wiped his tears and carefully poured sand on top of the flint with another spatula.
The fire is finally extinguished, but the flint must be picked up, otherwise it will fall and hit someone.
Jiayang Cidan was a centurion, and he was very proud now.
Other people's wells were four stories high, but he insisted on making them five stories high.
The craftsman refused to do it because the well was too high and unstable, and it was very easy to fall due to the unstable center of gravity.
Jiayang Cidan was furious and put the knife on the head of the craftsman's foreman: "Don't you see that the table array in Qingtang City is now one foot high? What is the use of the four-foot-high well barrier?"
"Sir, Qingtang City was originally only three feet long, but the drawings show it to be four feet high. How do you want me to increase the height?" Although the craftsman and foreman was scared, he had to bite the bullet and explain.
Hearing this, Jiayang Cidan hesitated.
But he took one look at Qingtang City and gritted his teeth: "I don't care about this, you just need to increase the height."
"Master, just in case, just in case." The foreman said with a trembling voice as his body trembled.
Jiayang Cidan glared at him and asked fiercely: "What if, what if?"
"If something happens to you, this is not the responsibility of the villain, the villain, the villain." The foreman finally said it.
A dog cannot spit out ivory, Jiayang Tseten thought.
However, he knew that the foreman was afraid of taking responsibility, so he glanced at the city wall table formation again and saw that the arrows from the well were almost intercepted by the table formation.
After all the efforts, Jiayang Cidan said coldly: "Just add it, I will be responsible for anything that happens."
Upon hearing this, the foreman was immediately confused.
Jiayang Tseden is a centurion. What if something happens and he refuses to admit the blame? After all, he is a soldier, not an ordinary person.
The foreman didn't know much and could barely read the drawings.
So if you ask me to write a guarantee letter, it is very unrealistic.
But now the military master is forcing me to add a layer with a knife. If I don't add it, I might get hurt.
What to do? The foreman took a look at the drawings and his eyes lit up.
"Sir, master, then put your fingerprint on the drawing." The foreman held the drawing in front of Jiayang Cedan with his right hand trembling.
Jia Yang Cidan glared at the foreman bitterly, and the foreman cocked his neck and looked at him stubbornly.
Jiayang Cidan could only sigh and press his fingerprints on the drawing.
Seeing Jiayang Cidan pressing his fingerprint, the foreman was still not at ease.
After all, this is a battlefield, and if something goes wrong, he will not be able to escape responsibility.
This group of military lords can only use their swords to reason with you, but they cannot use their mouths to reason with you at all.
The foreman thought for a while and decided to give a reminder.
He bowed to Jiayang Cidan and said cautiously: "Master, there can't be too many people standing on the top floor. There must be more people standing below, especially on the ground floor."
"Sir, I know." Although Jiayang Cidan was a little impatient, he still agreed.
When the foreman heard that Jiayang Cidan agreed, he felt relieved.
He felt that he had done everything he could, the risks had been told to him, the consequences had been told to him, and the preventive measures had also been told to him.
If something happens, it really has nothing to do with you.
After hearing Jiayang Cidan's nod of agreement, the craftsman and foreman had no choice but to lead his men and work overtime all night until the day before the war was finally completed.
Now Jiayang Cidan was standing on top of the well, feeling that the foreman was also cautious.
Isn't this well gate in good shape now? Keep moving forward steadily and you will soon be close to the city wall.
In order to increase his combat power, he still brought twenty men with him.
However, he kept the foreman's words in mind and allowed fifty rebels to stand densely on the ground floor.
With this well, he believed that although he didn't have to go up the city wall to fight, he would definitely have his own share of the thousand taels of gold.
Once Jia Yangci thought of this, he couldn't help shouting: "A thousand taels of gold, a thousand taels of gold."
"Centurion, do we have a share of the thousand taels of gold?" One of his men blurted out as he looked at him in disbelief.
Hearing the doubtful words of his subordinates, Jiayang Tseden was very unhappy, and his subordinates actually questioned him for coming.
However, the other subordinates did not speak, but looked at him with obvious doubts.
It seems that morale cannot sink. If morale is low, how can we fight a war?
Jiayang Cidan patted the railing of the well, pointed to a well next to it, and asked a group of subordinates: "Have you noticed any differences between our well and others?"
"Wow, our well is very high, one level higher than the others." A rebel exclaimed.
Hearing one of the rebels exclaim, other soldiers also exclaimed.
One of the rebels thought for a while and turned pale: "Centurion, our well is one level higher than others. Is it dangerous?"
After saying that, he couldn't help but tremble.
The other rebels realized at this moment that the well they were sitting on turned out to be one level higher than the others.
Thinking of this, some of them turned pale, some clung to the railings on the top floor, and some couldn't help but tremble.
"What are you thinking about? You didn't see that the well was reinforced. Is there nothing wrong?" Jiayang Cidan glared at the rebel and hurriedly suppressed his doubts.
In fact, wherever it is reinforced, a layer is actually forcibly added.
But you can't say this. After saying it, all these soldiers may run away.
The rebel thought for a while and nodded: "It turns out that it has been reinforced, so we can rest assured."
Hearing that, other rebels also think it makes sense. Isn't there nothing happening now?
Seeing that his subordinates looked normal, Jiayang Cidan breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, he himself had no idea whether something would happen to this well.
But as a leader, he must be calm and calm, not show a trace of confusion, and make his subordinates confident.
He tried his best to put a smile on his face, pointed at the table formation, and said loudly with a confident tone: "Our Jinglan is one level higher than the Han table formation, and can completely overwhelm the table formation. When our warriors attack the city wall, isn't it? Do we have a share of the credit?”
"Yes, yes, our Jinglan can overwhelm the Han table formation and is the nemesis of the Han table formation. We also have a share of the thousand taels of gold." His soldier captain immediately took over the topic and stirred up the atmosphere.
The captain of the soldiers shouted, and the nine soldiers also shouted: "We also have a share of a thousand taels of gold."
After hearing half of them shouting, the other ten rebels were also affected and started shouting.
Jiayang Cidan's face was now full of smiles, this time it was different from before.
Just now it was accumulated by his own efforts, but now it is indeed his smile from the bottom of his heart.
Why is he unhappy? Although this well is full of risks, everyone's morale is now high.
Jiayang Cidan couldn't help but look towards the city wall, and suddenly he was overjoyed: "There are people on the gate tower. Shoot them to death."
After saying that, Jiayang Cidan drew his bow and arrow, and shot towards the roof of the gate tower.
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