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The five hundred soldiers also loaded the war drums on their horses, yawned, and followed Qin Qiong and galloped away, disappearing into the night.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the night deepened.

Outside the west gate of Jicheng, there were 500 Wei soldiers who touched the outside of the west gate and hid in a stone's throw away to spy on the enemy city.

Leading this team of people is Wei Chigong.

He took these 500 soldiers, and he didn't rush before and after approaching the city, but only sat and listened to Qin Qiong beating gongs and drums at the east gate, waking up the Han troops all over the city from their slumber, until the drums fell silent and everything returned to calm.

"Qin Fu is done, it's time for us to make some noise, brothers, beat the drum for Lao Tzu." Wei Chigong ordered with a low roar.

When the order was laid, the five hundred soldiers also hurriedly unloaded the war drums, and without saying a word, they began to shake the sky.

Tom tom tom -

The drums that rushed to the sky suddenly sounded again, tearing apart the dark night that had just been silent for a long time.

Including Ximen, those Han soldiers who had just dozed off and were about to fall asleep were immediately awakened again by the earth-shattering drum.

The sound of the warning gong suddenly sounded.

The soldiers who were in a daze, under the reprimand of the general, reluctantly got up again, and their eyes were so tired that they couldn't open them.

"Hurry up, the Wei army is attacking again!"

"Grab your bow and crossbow and get ready to fire your arrows!"

"Quick, go and report to General Zhang-"

The city was once again in a state of panic, and the screams rang out.

At this time, Zhang Fei had just returned to his big tent, and when he had just sat down, and before he even covered the bed, he was awakened by the sound of earth-shaking drums.

He did not wait for the scout to come to report, but hurried out of the tent, turned on his horse, and went straight to Simon.

Zhang Fei gasped and climbed up to the top of the city, looking out, but the noisy war drums stopped abruptly and disappeared.

Heaven and earth instantly returned to peace.

Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment, looking at the outside of the city where half of the figure was gone, his face was full of inexplicability.

And those Han soldiers and soldiers, who had just woken up from their confusion at this moment, easily dispelled their sleepiness and planned a bloody battle, but they didn't expect it to end in an instant.

One by one, you look at me, I look at you, they all stand there in a daze, and some even pinch their faces to see if they are still dreaming.

"Pottery thief, you actually-" Zhang Fei's fist slammed into the city wall, and he finally understood that this was the potter's shameless means of tossing him.

The two groups of Wei troops just now were not night raids at all, and it was clear that the harassment troops deliberately sent by the pottery merchants hid in the east four gates in advance, and beat the drums in turn, the purpose was to make them mistakenly think that the Wei army was going to attack, and they had to wake up from their sleep and go to the city to set up defenses, so that they would not be at peace.

Zhang Fei already knew that this was the potter's attempt to mentally torture him and undermine the already insufficient morale of his soldiers.

It's a pity that even if Zhang Fei saw through the potter's plan, he was helpless.

All he could do was swallow this bad breath and make the soldiers continue to be vigilant and not let up.

Zhang Fei couldn't help it.

He knew that the potter was too deceitful, maybe this beating of gongs and drums was just a harassment tactic, but maybe it was a confusing tactic, deliberately trying to make him think that the Wei army was just harassing, and finally gave up his vigilance.

At that time, if the Wei army suddenly launched a real night attack, and they were completely defenseless, it would be disastrous.

Zhang Fei was helpless, and those tired soldiers were helpless, so they could only endure the trance, doze off, and continue to support.

Just when they wanted to breathe a sigh of relief and lift their guard, the earth-shattering drums outside the city sounded again......

For seven days in a row, the potters did not move, and ordered the army to line up in front of the city in batches during the day, posing as a general to attack the city.

At nightfall, the potters sent a small force and ordered the generals to take turns beating gongs and drums outside the enemy city, creating a night attack.

The potters used this method of non-stop feints day and night to constantly torture Zhang Fei and his defenders, and consume their declining morale.

……

Day 8.

"Lao Tzu can't stand it, I can't stand it, Lao Tzu wants to fight out of the city and fight to the death with the pottery thief!"

In the big tent, Zhang Fei flipped the case table to the ground, roaring and roaring, looking like he was almost driven crazy.

The lieutenant generals in front of the tent were all startled, all trembling, and did not dare to speak.

Seeing this, he had to frown and persuade: "The general of the chariot cavalry is angry, the pottery thief uses such despicable means to force us to fight, if the general of the chariot cavalry goes to war, it will be in the arms of the pottery thief." ”

"So what!" Zhang Fei roared at him: "If Lao Tzu doesn't let go of Yibo, the spirit of the soldiers will be destroyed by him, and when he attacks the city on a large scale, we are not a dead end, it is better to take advantage of the fighting spirit of the soldiers now and fight with him." ”

Frustrated and didn't dare to persuade again, knowing that Zhang Fei was so short-tempered, he had already made a decision, and even ten horses couldn't pull it back.

What's more, what Zhang Fei said is indeed reasonable, in the past seven days, he has witnessed his own soldiers being tossed to the point of exhaustion by the harassment tactics of the Wei army, just as Zhang Fei said, even if they don't fight, it won't take a few days, and the spirit of the soldiers will be tortured by the Wei army.

At that time, they are still a dead end, and Jicheng is still unable to be saved.

After pondering for a long time, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his gloomy eyes, and he lowered his voice and arched his hand: "Even if the general of the chariot cavalry wants to fight, he can't fight so simply......

……

Night, Wei Ying.

In the imperial tent, the pottery merchant was discussing the next step with Zhang Liang and Liu Ji, but one of them claimed to be a confidant of Fu Zhu, sneaked out of Jicheng late at night, and sent a handwritten letter from Fu Zhu.

Moreover, it was a letter of surrender.

Fu Zhi declared in the letter that he was ruthlessly abandoned by Liu Bei in Jicheng, and had seen through Liu Bei's hypocrisy and ruthlessness, and was fed up with Zhang Fei's rude humiliation, and was determined to abandon the darkness and turn to the light and return to the Great Wei.

This book really made the potter's eyes shine, and the eagle's eyes were filled with excitement.

"What do you think of this descent?" The potter's excited eyes looked at the two god-level strategists.

Zhang Liang looked at the letter of surrender yesterday, and said: "If Fu Zhu really wants to surrender, with him as an internal response, we can indeed capture Jicheng as quickly as possible, which is naturally great, but at present, there is no way to be sure whether this letter is written by Fu Zhi himself." ”

"It's not easy to think about it." The potter immediately flicked his hand and quickly sent Zhao Yun to drink.

Zhao Yun can also be regarded as Liu Bei's "old minister", and he has worked with Fu Zhu for a long time, so he naturally knows his handwriting very well.

After a while, Zhao Yun entered the account and bowed his hand: "I don't know what Your Majesty has ordered when he summoned his ministers to come?" ”

"I sent Zilong to come late at night to let Zilong recognize a person's handwriting." The potter said, glancing at Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang got up, kissed the Dao book, and handed it over to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun looked at the letter carefully, and after a while, Fang said: "Your Majesty, this letter of surrender is indeed the handwriting of frustration. ”

"Really?" The potter's eyes became even more excited.

"The minister has exchanged letters with Fu Zhu many times, and his handwriting will never be mistaken, this is indeed his handwriting." Zhao Yun nodded affirmatively, but suddenly a little doubt appeared between his eyebrows, and added: "It's just Chenjue's ......."

Zhao Yun didn't finish speaking, as if there was something, and he himself was not quite sure.

"Zilong has any doubts, but it doesn't hurt to say it." The potter whisked his hand.

Zhao Yun paused for a moment, and said with a straight face: "Back to Your Majesty, the minister just thinks that the surrender of the frustrated grant may be deceitful." ”

The potter's expression moved slightly, and he nodded, "Tell me your reason." ”

Zhao Yun said: "There is one thing Your Majesty may not know, a few years ago Liu Bei invaded the Great Wei, and the son of Fu Hu was injured by a stray arrow when he attacked Zhending City, although he was not killed on the spot, but his legs were paralyzed, he became a waste, and finally hanged himself. In other words, Fu Zhu and Da Wei have the pain of losing a child, so the minister will feel that he is unlikely to submit to His Majesty. ”

It turns out that there is such a secret......

After listening to Zhao Yun's explanation, the potter's eyebrows condensed slightly, and suspicion suddenly swept up in his eagle eyes.

At this time, Liu Ji also said: "The minister also heard that this frustration was originally the death of the Yuan family...... die-hard loyalty, it was only after the fall of the Yuan clan that he chose to submit to Da Er...... Ear thief, and the Yuan family was completely destroyed by His Majesty, and he was able to let go of his old grievances and return to His Majesty...... Your Majesty? ”

Liu Ji's rhetorical question shocked the potter's heart, and he suddenly remembered many memories of frustration.

He vaguely remembered that in the original history, Fu Zhu was indeed loyal to Yuan Shao, even if he was imprisoned in a prison car by Yuan Shao, after being captured by Cao Cao, he would rather die than give in, and he wanted to die for Yuan Shao.

It can be seen that Fu Zhu is indeed loyal to Yuan Shao, I am afraid that he submitted to Liu Bei, and he also wanted to borrow Liu Bei's hand to avenge the Yuan family.

In addition, his son was also killed by Da Wei, this "national enemy and family hatred", is it really possible for him to take the initiative to surrender?

Syllable!

The potter slammed the case and scolded: "What a frustration, he turned out to be playing trickery with me, he was looking for death!" ”

He was convinced that he was indeed deceiving.

"In this way, Fu Zhu really wants to surrender, so what is his real purpose?" Zhao Yun muttered.

"Needless to say?" The potter sneered and said categorically: "This must be because Zhang Fei has been tortured by me for the past few days to have a nervous breakdown, and he wants to give it a go, so he is frustrated and offered him this trick to surrender, and wants to set up a suspicious array." ”

"Your Majesty has a point." Zhang Liang also nodded again and again, "Zhang Fei is very likely to want to go out of the city to fight, since we have seen his intentions, we are just waiting for him to come and die." ”

In the eyes of the potter's eagle, the ironic and fierce killing machine has already been on fire.

……

The plan was decided, so the potter wrote a letter himself, pretending to be convinced of the surrender of the frustrated grant, and praised him, saying that as long as he could surrender, his glory and wealth would be indispensable.

In the following days, Fu Zhu sent his henchmen several times to sneak out of the city to deliver letters, repeatedly showing his sincerity in surrendering.

Of course, the potter exerted his god-like acting skills, first pretending to be suspicious, then gradually believing, and finally convinced.

After several exchanges of letters, Fu Zhu claimed that he had gained Zhang Fei's trust, gained control of Ximen, and planned to surrender tomorrow night, helping the pottery merchant army to enter the city and take Jicheng in one fell swoop.

The potter immediately replied that tomorrow he would personally lead the army to gather at the west gate in response to his surrender, if he could capture Jicheng, he would be the first meritorious hero, and he would be greatly rewarded.