Chapter 156 That's All It Takes

The Blind Man and Gou Moli rode back to the main camp together. On the way, Gou Moli said,

"Mr. Bei, do you know the biggest difference between you and me?"

"Where?" the Blind Man responded.

"It's that what you seek, learn, know, and are familiar with is the commonality of human beings, while I prefer to see the specific characteristics of a single group of people, if you, Mr. Bei, also regard the wild men as human beings."

"You mean, I'm more metaphysical?"

"I don't understand that word, but I can probably guess what it means. Actually, it's not far off. It's like a candle flame, no matter how bright and hot it is, it needs a dark candlestick to carry and rely on it.

Even if you plate the candlestick with gold and silver, its luster can't compare to the flame, but if it's really missing, if it's missing those accessories, it won't work.

You're considering commonality in a general direction, while I'm just fixing and patching things up in small corners."

"Heh, I remember, the Master should have told you that he doesn't like your overly humble habit. You always act like a fool, both in your words and in your demeanor. If we don't believe it, you always jump around trying to show it. If we believe it, wouldn't we be fools ourselves?"

"Yes, I understand. I'll try to speak properly in the future, but… I can't help it. Some habits have been formed for too long, and it's hard to change them back in a short time."

"Take your time, don't rush."

"But I'm curious, to what extent do you, Mr. Bei, think I should change? Although I don't know what it is specifically, I think the relationship between you, Mr. Feng, General Liang, and the Master is very subtle. I may never be able to reach it."

"Don't expect to have the same relationship with the Master as we do."

That kind of thing can't be imitated. It's innate.

Even the devils themselves can't change it.

Whether it's in this life or the last, it's always been like this.

"So, what should I try to show? Oh no, according to what you said during your lecture to the soldiers and civilians of Xue Hai Pass, which direction should I strive to improve in?"

"Improve?"

"Yes, to what extent should I improve?"

"Improve to the point where, if we and the Master plan to open an inn in the future, we think we can keep you as a waiter in the inn."

"Interesting." Gou Moli smacked his lips and continued, "Very interesting. You, Master, and the others are a very interesting group of people."

"Our goal is to make this life more interesting."

"I will definitely try to understand that sentence. Actually, I've always been a little confused, because after the collapse of the Great Ye, I should have slit my throat and ended it all.

But I haven't died. I'm still trying to wait for opportunities, find opportunities, and pursue opportunities.

Perhaps, my future path can be like you, Mr. Bei, and the Master, moving closer to those two words."

"Take your time, don't rush."

"Yes, but there's one more thing I've noticed, but I've always wondered if I should say it," Gou Moli said.

"Say it."

"The Master and you are Yan people, but I've always felt that you don't seem like Yan people."

"And where do you, Gou Moli, seem like those ignorant and stupid wild men?"

"No, Mr. Bei, what I mean is that in the way you, Master, treat the Yan people, there is clearly some…"

"Some what?"

"Some negligence. This negligence is still like the relationship between the candlestick and the flame. Just as I understand the wild men, there are also people who understand the Yan people."

"You mean, His Majesty the Yan Emperor?"

"Yes, exactly him. He is a great ruler."

"That's natural."

"Perhaps many people think that launching the war against Chu at this time is a waste of resources, but he himself should be able to clearly sense the line that the Yan people can tolerate.

He thinks it's okay, so he does it. He knows how much power the Yan country and the Yan people can squeeze out. If one generation isn't enough, then two generations, or even three generations will contribute their strength in one day."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I just want to ask you, Mr. Bei, have you considered what will happen after this war against Chu?"

Hearing this question,

the Blind Man smiled.

In the past, among the devils, the only one who was really enthusiastic about rebellion was him, the Blind Man Bei. Now it seems that there's one more.

Because for the Wild Man King, the higher the Master's position, the higher his position as a dog at the Master's feet, and the position of the snowy plains he represents, will also rise.

"Take it one step at a time."

The Blind Man gave this answer.

In fact, many people are preparing for the future. Gongsun Zhi is doing so, Gong Wang is doing so, and even, on a larger scale, the Jingnan Prince and the Yan Emperor are doing so.

Although the most important thing right now is still the war against Chu, this doesn't prevent everyone from making plans and arrangements for the future.

Unfortunately, although Xue Hai Pass is now an undeniable force in Jin Eastern Region, it still doesn't have the qualifications to make a move on the chessboard in advance.

Not having this qualification isn't a big problem, because throughout history, there has been a type of person who doesn't make moves in advance, because what they are good at is snatching chestnuts from the fire.

What Xue Hai Pass is waiting for now is actually an opportunity, a chance to unlock the shackles on its neck.

The Blind Man knows that the Master understands these words, but he can't discuss them in detail with the Master, because the biggest shackle tied to Xue Hai Pass's neck right now is surnamed Tian.

Seeing that the Blind Man had fallen into deep thought, Gou Moli stopped talking.

After a long while,

the Blind Man let out a breath and

said:

"Let's talk about the future later. Let's do the present things well first, otherwise it's just being ambitious and everything will be empty talk."

"What you say makes sense."

"The Master should agree to your request, but success still depends on yourself. Pure dead people are too slow and too worthless."

"Yes, I understand. While dying a lot, we must also try to die with value."

The Blind Man smiled.

Gou Moli also smiled.

This was a knowing smile from two old silver coins.

………

"This bow feels pretty good."

Inside the commander's tent,

Zheng Boye stroked the bow that the Chu assassin had used to assassinate him during the day and praised it.

In this life, Zheng Boye only practices two kinds of weapons, one is a knife, and the other is an arrow.

And Zheng Boye's archery skills are not bad, which is largely due to A Ming.

This purple bow should be made of a special material, and the bowstring is also made from the tendon of some kind of demon beast. Unfortunately, there are no runes on it.

But how should I put it?

First, it looks cool,

second, it looks cool,

and third, it still looks cool.

On the premise that the quality is also excellent, the better it looks, the more people like it.

After playing with it for a long time, Zheng Boye put the bow aside. In fact, when he's really charging into battle, he also carries a bow on his back. Although with the continuous improvement of his status, the opportunity for him to draw his bow and shoot arrows is becoming less and less, he always feels safer bringing an extra weapon to the battlefield.

It's a pity about the bow's good color. I should think of a way to dye it. It's too conspicuous.

While Zheng Boye was playing with the bow, Liang Cheng reported the casualties for the day. Zheng Boye only listened to the numbers. The replenishment of casualties was done either by the royal court or by Xue Hai Pass back home.

The logistics pressure on the army was high, and Zheng Boye was embarrassed to completely ask Lao Tian for too much. It was already kind enough of Lao Tian not to have him provide food and military equipment to support the army.

But, how should I put it? Not taking advantage of the country is a waste. If he can take advantage, he still has to take advantage, because at least he can ensure that it has a stable effect in his hands.

In addition, with the official start of the siege battles everywhere, the second batch of civilians from Yan and Jin had already crossed Wangjiang, and some of them would be selected as auxiliary soldiers.

National war, national war, in the final analysis, is a battle of national power, and national power can be broken down into manpower and material resources.

"A Cheng, you said, if we officially attack the city tomorrow, following today's pace, how long will it take?"

Liang Cheng shook his head and said:

"Master, I'm afraid I can't answer that question. In this kind of battle, we can only do our best, and the rest is up to the other side.

They may remain tough, or they may suddenly collapse.

In extreme cases, we may fight to the last soldier, or one of our catapults may directly kill the enemy's general tomorrow."

"………" Zheng Boye.

Liang Cheng realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

Zheng Boye rubbed some medicated oil on his forehead and gently rubbed it, saying:

"So, this kind of battle isn't very interesting."

If it were a field battle, he could do everything according to his own plan.

"Master, if this kind of battle could be interesting, then the Yan kingdom would have already officially attacked Qian to the south."

"That's true. Anyway, let's just fight and see. What are the arrangements for tomorrow?"

"Arrow towers and catapults, double the amount from today. Today, I only had people fill in the moats and protective ditches. I didn't have anyone push down the blocking wall standing at the city gate, and I also deliberately told the catapults not to hit it."

Zheng Boye nodded and said, "Well, leave them a hope, otherwise the city gate will be blocked."

"Master is wise."

"When you talk, don't mix in flattery. The effect isn't good."

Zheng Boye can be considered "experienced in battle". With two great teachers at the top, his "armchair strategist" skills are naturally solid.

"Yes, Master. Judging from the Chu people sending heavy-armored soldiers out of the city to attack and sending assassins today, the Chu people's mentality is actually still okay.

This mentality is based on the previous impression that the Yan army is not good at siege warfare.

Today, they may be under a lot of pressure, but people will inevitably have some侥幸 (jiǎoxìng, a fluke). Today, we won't push that wall down. When we officially attack the city tomorrow, the battering ram's effect can be brought to the best.

In fact, if the Chu people's moats and protective ditches weren't so cleverly arranged and designed, it would be best to directly overwhelm them today."

That wall is just to leave a hope for the Chu people, so that they don't completely block the city gate from the beginning.

Give them a way to come out, and at the same time give yourself a way to enter.

"Gongsun Zhi wants to lead his personal guards to attack the city himself tomorrow," Zheng Boye reminded.

"According to the Blind Man, he's in a pretty difficult situation right now. After all, among the Yan people, he's actually considered a traitor to Li Bao's faction. Therefore, he's even more eager for military exploits and contributions.

However, it's pretty convenient to have him volunteer."

"So, tomorrow will be a real battle to the death?" Zheng Boye continued to rub his forehead.

"Yes, Master. If we can't achieve any miraculous effects tomorrow, then the next thing will probably be a period of long-term battle between the attacking and defending sides."

"Mm."

At this time,

the guards at the door reported:

"Master, Mr. Bei and Mr. Ye are requesting an audience."

Mr. Ye is naturally Gou Moli.

Gou Moli's title among the people around Zheng Fan is Mr. Ye. In Zheng Boye's case, except for Liang Cheng, who holds a position in the military and is called General by his subordinates, everyone else is called Mr.

"Let them in."

Soon,

the Blind Man and Gou Moli walked into the commander's tent.

After coming in, the Blind Man immediately stood to the side, indicating that he was just accompanying Gou Moli.

Gou Moli immediately knelt down in front of Zheng Boye and

shouted:

"Master, tomorrow's battle will be extremely critical. Victory means that Dongshan Fortress can be secured once and for all. Failure means a long-term stalemate.

Therefore,

I ask the Master to give me another chance.

Tomorrow, please send my Wild Man warriors to be the first to climb the city!"

These words prove that it's not just Liang Cheng who has a clear understanding of the current battle situation, but also Gou Moli.

In fact, Gou Moli's strategic vision and tactical ability are beyond doubt. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to achieve successive victories against the Situ family outside Xue Hai Pass.

Zheng Boye put down the small bottle of medicated oil, took out his iron box, and pulled out two cigarettes, one of which he threw to the Blind Man standing in the distance.

The cigarette floated in the air and finally landed steadily between the Blind Man's lips.

Zheng Boye "hehe" smiled, put a cigarette in his own mouth, and then, the candle burning on the table floated up and approached his face, the flame helping him light the cigarette perfectly.

Liang Cheng pretended not to see it.

If Fan Li were here, he would probably say:

"What a pain in the ass."

Exhaling a smoke ring,

Zheng Boye, holding the cigarette, turned sideways and looked at the Wild Man King kneeling below him,

and slowly said:

"Climbing the city will kill a lot of people."

Gou Moli raised his head, grinned,

and said:

"I beg the Master to give me a chance to die. Someone has to go up in the first round. I don't ask for skillful cooperation, and I don't ask for personal strength.

I only ask for one thing,

fearlessness of death."

Zheng Boye narrowed his eyes, flicked the ashes, and said:

"Alright."

"Thank you, Master, for your accomplishment!"

………

The commander's chariot was once again pulled out of the camp, but it stopped not far from the outside of the military camp.

Zheng Boye, in his golden armor, stood on it, with A Ming standing behind him on the left and the Sword Saint on the right.

Below the commander's chariot was a group of guards personally led by Gao Yi.

On the side of the commander's chariot was a railing with a flag with the word "Zheng" on it, and a purple longbow was also tied to it.

Since ancient times, wars, unless they were clearly one-sided crushes, were mostly fought with morale.

Reducing the enemy's morale as much as possible is a manifestation of the general's level, but at the same time, how to ensure and improve one's own morale is the general's basic responsibility.

Zheng Boye doesn't like wearing this set of golden armor,

and Zheng Boye doesn't like this longbow with its overly bright color,

but in order to appease the military,

he had to stand here boldly today, so that the soldiers, auxiliary soldiers, and civilians under his command could see him.

Sure enough, when the first batch of regular soldiers passed by the commander's chariot, the soldiers' spirit was boosted.

The same was true for the auxiliary soldiers and civilians who followed.

Because no matter what, he, Zheng Fan, was the backbone of this army, a mascot. It sounds a bit like a "plaything", but that's a modern evolution from another time and space. In this era, the commander-in-chief of an army is the soul of the entire army.

Gongsun Zhi led his troops over. After dismounting, he led a group of his personal guards to the front of the commander's chariot and knelt down on one knee.

The hundreds of personal guards behind him also knelt down together.

"This subordinate greets the Master, may the Master be blessed with good health!"

Zheng Boye, standing on the commander's chariot, held the knife in his left hand and raised his right hand in a gesture, saying:

"General Gongsun, please rise."

"Thank you, Master!"

Gongsun Zhi stood up, and the personal guards behind him also stood up, except for a boy who was leaning against Gongsun Zhi and was also wearing armor, but looked no more than ten years old, who did not stand up and remained kneeling.

In fact, Zheng Boye had noticed him before. There was no other reason. This figure was too conspicuous among the fierce personal guards.

Gongsun Zhi pointed to the boy still kneeling on the ground and said:

"Master, this is my son, Gongsun Zan."

"Gongsun Zan greets Marquis Pingye, may Marquis Pingye be blessed with good health."

After saying that, he kowtowed three times again at such a young age.

The meaning of this was different.

It had already departed from the formalities between superiors and subordinates, and at the same time, it had departed from the formalities between ordinary uncles and nephews.

Gongsun Zan's original name was Li Zan.

Of the seven great commanders under Marquis Zhenbei of Zhenbei Hou's Mansion, six were adopted sons of Marquis Zhenbei, all surnamed Li, including Li Fusheng.

Li Fusheng's original surname was Guo.

This adopted son system had a profound and widespread influence in the Yan kingdom, especially in the army.

But similar to Li Fusheng, his children could change their surname back to Guo, because the adopted sons in the army only had the attitude and meaning of a family in the army.

But Li Bao was different. Li Bao was born an orphan, and he didn't have his own surname at all, so his surname was Li.

And Gongsun Zhi was originally his adopted son, changed his name to Li Zhi, and then was recruited as a son-in-law, so Gongsun Zhi's son's original name was Li Zan.

The reason why Gongsun Zhi finally chose to part ways with Li Bao's son and bring out his own troops was not only to change his surname back to Gongsun, but also to change his son's surname back.

"Master, I'm a rough man, and I don't think I can teach my child well. My child is smart, and I'm afraid that he will be delayed by staying with me, so please help me train him.

Gongsun Zhi kowtows to the Master here!"

After saying that,

Gongsun Zhi knelt down again and kowtowed three times in a row.

This was actually the meaning of entrusting his son to Zheng Boye.

Since ancient times, entrusting one's son has been a major event, because you have to ask someone to help you continue your bloodline, and you owe them a great debt, so three loud kowtows are justified.

The Wild Man King once told Zheng Boye that because Zheng Boye was only used to looking up, he rarely saw those petty things.

This was because above Zheng Boye, the only people who could really catch Zheng Boye's eye were the two Marquises of the North and South, the Yan Emperor, and a few others.

Any place with few people is naturally quiet.

But if you look down and look at the intricate roots under your feet, it's like watching ants digging holes in the soil, densely packed and winding, with its own unique world.

Gongsun Zhi's entrusting his son to Zheng Boye was not because he was going to lead troops to attack the city today.

In fact, with Gongsun Zhi's martial strength, plus the personal guards who would definitely protect him with their lives, unless he was particularly unlucky or refused to retreat, it would be difficult to die in battle today.

His entrusting his son to Zheng Boye was actually giving a hostage.

It was like those small countries would actively send their crown princes to the capitals of the four great powers as hostages.

This also showed an attitude, that is, I'm following you, and my son will stay by your side!

Zheng Boye helped Prince Jingnan raise his son. From then on, Zheng Boye was seen by the world as someone sitting on Prince Jingnan's boat, and it was impossible to wash it clean.

Gongsun Zhi's move was the same.

The friendship of entrusting his son, whether it was him, the father, or the young Gongsun Zan beside him, was not something that could be broken off easily.

In addition, Gongsun Zhi had already separated from Li Bao's lineage, and his reputation was already bad. If he were to break away from Marquis Pingye's lineage again, it would be difficult to survive in the officialdom or the army.

At this time,

Gong Wang also came over with his personal guards and happened to see this scene.

In fact, at this time, everyone was clear that they, including their subordinates, would rely on Marquis Pingye's mountain from now on.

Under one mountain, there were a total of three troops.

Marquis Pingye's own troop naturally didn't need to be said, but which was the second troop was very important, as it involved the distribution of benefits after the victory of the war against Chu.

Gongsun Zhi's move of entrusting his son was seen by Gong Wang and the many deputy generals around him as a very straightforward attempt to gain favor.

Yes,

you, Gongsun Zhi, volunteered yesterday to lead the team to attack the city, but are you sure you will die in battle?

Since you are sure to die in battle, should I first prepare a coffin and hang a few pieces of white cloth for you?

Gong Wang's son, Gong Lin, asked at this time:

"Dad, should I go kowtow too?"

Hearing this, Gong Wang was so angry that he laughed.

However, he was someone who had followed Situ Lei after all, and had a stronger scholarly aura, so he immediately said:

"How old are you, how old is he?

Even when ordinary people marry widows, they have to pay attention to whether the widow's child is a boy or a girl, and how old they are before they can be considered successful. It's okay to have a daughter, but if they have a son who is already old, it's really like raising a son for someone else.

What's more, it's raising a son who's only a year or two younger than yourself?"

Marquis Pingye was young, but Gong Wang was old, so Gong Wang's son, Gong Lin, was really only a little younger than Marquis Pingye.

Gong Lin was scolded and didn't dare to speak.

Gong Wang frowned slightly and hesitated, "But Jia'er…"

"Dad, do you want to betroth my sister to Marquis Pingye?"

Gong Lin had a very good relationship with his younger sister. Every older brother would be extremely sad on the day his younger sister got married.

What's more, this was a very clear and obvious political marriage.

Gongsun Zhi sent a son over, and the Gong family immediately sent a daughter over. Now Marquis Pingye, who had no children, suddenly had both "a son and a daughter".

"Dad, the Pingye Marquis's family already has a princess."

This princess was a real princess of Great Chu, and she was also personally conferred by the Yan Emperor when she went to Yanjing last time.

How could his younger sister compete with the princess if she entered the Zheng family? Wouldn't she have to always be submissive?

Originally, Gong Wang and his son Gong Lin had also discussed their daughter's lifelong affairs, and the father and son had a very consistent view, that is, to find a family with a lower status than their own, so that she could not suffer any losses after marrying over, and she could be tough in her husband's family with her father and brothers around.

But Marquis Pingye's family…

Coupled with a princess as the legal wife, how could his younger sister (daughter) be tough?

What Gong Lin didn't know was that even the princess was a minor in the Pingye Marquis's mansion.

"Forget it, forget it, let's go down and pay our respects to the Marquis first."

Gong Wang led his son and a group of his subordinates down from their horses and walked over together to pay their respects:

"This subordinate has met Marquis Pingye, may Marquis Pingye be blessed with good health!"

"Rise."

"Thank you, Master!"

Gong Wang pointed to Gong Lin beside him and introduced:

"Master, this is my son."

"Gong Lin has met Marquis Pingye, the Master has always been a model for me."

This was not deliberately flattering.

Although the two were not much different in age, Marquis Pingye's achievements and deeds were enough for Gong Lin to look up to.

"Now that the two generals have arrived, I suppose your troops have also arrived?" Zheng Boye asked.

"In reply to the Master, from me, the subordinate, the entire army is at your command!" Gong Wang reported earnestly.

Gongsun Zhi also said: "Master, me too!"

Zheng Boye nodded. In fact, it didn't take much effort to win over these two commanders, because everyone had their own needs.

Zheng Boye needed to establish his own mountain so that he could take the initiative when dividing the cake in the future.

Both of them wanted to find a backer, and Zheng Boye was extremely suitable, so everyone hit it off.

"Good, then today, we will make the Chu people in that Dongshan Fortress look good."

With that,

Zheng Boye untied the barbarian knife hanging from his waist and threw it down.

Gongsun Zan immediately reached out to catch it.

Then,

Gongsun Zan went up to the commander's chariot from a side staircase and stood beside Zheng Boye. The entrusting was considered a success.

Zheng Boye reached out and tapped Gongsun Zan's small helmet on his head, making two crisp sounds,

and smiled:

"Back then, this Marquis also stood by the Prince like this."

Gongsun Zhi was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Gong Wang was slightly jealous.

The Sword Saint, on the other hand, turned his face slightly, really thinking that these words were extremely shameless. How old were you when you stood beside Tian Wujing?

"Pass on my order."

Seeing that the time was about right, Zheng Boye began to issue orders formally.

For a time, everyone under the commander's chariot knelt down.

"Today's siege, this Marquis intends to accomplish it in one battle. I hope you will fight desperately. Whether it's Prince Jingnan or His Majesty, this Marquis will personally ask for credit for you!"

"This subordinate obeys!"

"This subordinate obeys!"

………

"Wooooooo!!!! Woooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The sound of horns rang out.

Troops from all sides began to assemble and take their positions quickly. Today's siege was about to begin.

Unlike yesterday's probing, which was mainly focused on filling moats, today was the main event.

In the auxiliary soldier formation, Guo Dong whispered to Xu An beside him, "Did you see? Today's catapults and arrow towers are almost double the number from yesterday."

Xu An nodded and said, "Today, it looks like we're going to get serious."

"Do you think we'll have a chance to charge up together later?"

"If we really get into a fierce fight, if we have a chance, we'll pick up a knife from the ground," Xu An said.

Guo Dong nodded.

But he also knew that this opportunity was very difficult, because each type of soldier had its own responsible job, and the job of their row of auxiliary soldiers was to hold shields.

Finally, with a round of bombardment from the catapults, the Yan army's siege formation began to advance.

With yesterday's actual combat, today, the cooperation of each troop became very tacit.

Guo Dong and Xu An still covered and pushed an arrow tower forward. After advancing a certain distance, the Chu people's arrows also came.

The quality of the auxiliary soldiers was much higher than that of the militia, and they had also undergone a period of training. After going to the battlefield yesterday and shedding their greenness, everyone appeared more calm today.

This was a change in temperament. There was an essential difference between veteran soldiers who had seen blood and recruits who had never been on the battlefield.

Even Guo Dong and Xu An knew when to be vigilant and when to take a break.

When they got closer,

Xu An reminded, "The Chu people's ballista are going to shoot. Be careful and lean a little closer to the arrow tower."

"Buzz!"

A ballista arrow shot over, penetrating the shields of two of Guo Dong's comrades in front of him. One of them had his arm directly mangled, but fortunately, the ballista arrow went into the ground in front of Guo Dong. If he had been half a step further, Guo Dong's foot might have been nailed to the ground.

"Ahhh!!!"

The comrade with the broken arm was stunned at first and didn't react. After a while, he realized what had happened and began to scream.

But Guo Dong and Xu An could only bypass him and continue forward.

At this time, it was impossible to spare people to rescue and protect their comrades, otherwise the laborers pushing the arrow tower behind them would have no protection and would be hit by the Chu people's arrows on the city wall.

However, soon, two wild men jumped up from the rear. They immediately pounced over, one carrying and one supporting, and took the injured auxiliary soldier away from the battlefield.

There were many wild men like this. They acted as battlefield casualty carriers.

They didn't have armor or protection, so it was very dangerous to rush onto the battlefield, but as long as they could save a living wounded soldier, they could get a bamboo stick. It didn't matter if they didn't find a wounded soldier. Bringing back weapons or arrows could also be counted according to the number of items and exchanged for bamboo sticks.

Often, taking down one wounded soldier came at the cost of one or two wild men being injured or killed, but they had no other choice.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Inside the city wall, the Chu people's catapults began to counterattack, targeting the arrow towers as before.

The number of catapults inside the Chu people's city today was obviously more than yesterday, and it was clear that the Chu people had also held something back yesterday.

But the number of catapults on the Yan army's side was doubled compared to yesterday!

After a few rounds of throwing, the momentum of the Chu people's catapults inside the city was quickly suppressed again.

Xue Hai Pass was really not that far from here, and with Zheng Boye's focus on researching military equipment and planning for siege warfare, it had already started last year, oh no, actually during the time of Sheng Le City.

It was just that they had never had a chance to use it, so they took advantage of this war against Chu. Not only was there a workshop in the military camp that was continuing to produce, but all the old assets at home were also completely pulled out.

Some equipment had even been stored for too long, and the parts were rusty, but fortunately, they could be replaced and continue to be used.

It would be unrealistic to create so much out of thin air outside the city in a short period of time.

For this war against Chu, Ying Du had gathered a large number of artisans and sent them to the front lines, but Prince Jingnan didn't give Zheng Boye any of them. Of course, Zheng Boye was embarrassed to ask for them, after all, Prince Jingnan had already given him the people from the Tianji Pavilion early on.

On the battlefield,

on and off the city wall,

boulders were thrown randomly and arrows flew horizontally. The scene was incredibly intense.

Zheng Boye's commander's chariot was still parked in a relatively rear position, but he was very carefully watching the battle situation in front of him.

If they could take down this section of the city wall in one breath today, Dongshan Fortress would be considered taken. But if they returned without success today, they would inevitably fall into a protracted battle.

Although the hope of taking it down today was not great, but everyone had to have a dream, didn't they?

The front-line troops had been successfully pushed up. As yesterday, when the Yan army archers on the arrow towers could make up for the disadvantage in height and shoot at the Chu army on the city wall, and the Chu people's catapults were still suppressed in momentum by the Yan people's catapults;

the balance of the battle was once again forcibly brought to a standstill by the attacking side.

It was estimated that the Chu general defending the city would also be very depressed. What kind of freak Yan army was he facing!

Zheng Boye reached out,

and Gongsun Zan placed the barbarian knife in Zheng Boye's hand.

"………" Zheng Boye.

Gongsun Zan looked at Zheng Boye with some doubts.

A Ming handed over the waterskin.

Zheng Boye shook his head, because this guy liked to fill the waterskin with blood.

Last time at the Chongyang Mountain Village, Zheng Boye was still wondering why the water in A Ming's wineskin had a special taste. After realizing it, it almost made Zheng Boye sick to death.

The Sword Saint handed over his waterskin, Zheng Boye handed the barbarian knife back to Gongsun Zan, took the waterskin, took a sip, and said:

"It's time to attack the city."

The Sword Saint said, "Can we take it down today?"

Zheng Boye pursed his lips

and said:

"We'll see."

Whether or not they could take it down in one battle depended on this wave.

Because after the arrow towers reached a certain distance, the pegs at the bottom would be pulled out, allowing the arrow towers to become the thickest siege ladders, leaning against the city wall.

If they couldn't take it down in this battle, the arrow towers would inevitably be burned down by the Chu people after they retreated today, and it would take a lot of effort to build these arrow towers alone.

…

In front of the formation,

the Wild Man King scanned the group of his tribesmen in rattan armor behind him and shouted:

"Look up, open your mouths!"

All the wild men sitting on the ground looked up and opened their mouths.

The Wild Man King waved his hand, and each of his subordinates took a wineskin filled with mare's milk wine and walked over, pouring the wine into their open mouths.

Some people wiped their mouths after drinking, their eyes fierce.

Some people drank and tears appeared in their eyes.

The Wild Man King raised both hands and

shouted:

"If you want to eat meat, if you want to sleep with women, if you don't want to live like livestock, you have to risk your lives to gamble!

I guarantee to you that after this battle today, those who survive will become like those Yan people, eating delicious food and drinking spicy wine.

Countless women, endless food!

The stars have given us this opportunity. The stars have not abandoned us in our most difficult times!

They still care for their people, and they still give us a ladder leading to glory.

It's right in front of us.

When those arrow towers fall towards the city wall,

it will be the beginning of our journey to a better tomorrow!

Feel the armor on your bodies,

wipe your knives in your hands,

and like me,

together with this King,

for the stars,

for yourselves, for your families, for the snow plains,

let's have a good time,

and unswervingly,

fight