"Wang Shi, you sent your father to death! Now we will send the old man back to you, the old man wants to go home, whether your city gate will be open or not! ”

At the entrance of the barracks, several soldiers stood in a row and shouted, and the majestic voice rushed to the city, not only reaching the ears of the guards on the city wall, but also faintly hearing their shouts in the city.

And behind these soldiers, the old man of the Wang family sat on a small pony with a sad face, his hair was now gray, although there were no shackles on his body, but he didn't even have the urge to run.

It's not that he is old and frail, but that he is really cold.

He couldn't understand how his son, who managed the family in an orderly manner and had been instilling the Tao of Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, could be so ruthless, and he didn't care about his father, they were his own father and son!

"Alas......"

A long sigh reached the ears of the shouting soldiers, and the soldiers looked at each other and winked, and their originally excited expressions gradually cooled.

Their words not only reached the city, but also reached the ears of the old man, looking at the old man's appearance, it was extremely uncomfortable to compare, or shout in a more gentle way.

No matter what the camp is, most people's hearts are warm, but there are not a few people in the world who are unkind.

"Young Master, those people have been shouting outside for a day, many of us here are a little shaken, and the idea of opening the city to welcome the master back has spread."

The housekeeper said cautiously while looking at the young master's face.

"Sir? What a master, our master has died at the hands of those bandits, and the one outside is their fake! Why, didn't you tell them?! ”

Wang Shi stared at the housekeeper with slanted eyes, and the housekeeper trembled in his heart.

"Say, say, but the old man outside ......"

"And call him master!?"

Wang Shi slapped the table with a "snap" and directly swallowed back the butler's second half of the words. The housekeeper lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Wang Shi, the eldest young master was indeed a good person when he was a child, but after taking charge of the family, he became more and more violent day by day, although he only controlled a county in Hebei, but he was more ruthless than Dong Zhuo, who was in chaos.

"Pass my order, the old man outside the city is a fake, if anyone dares to talk about it again, he will not ask!"

"Yes!"

The butler led the order down, and Wang Shi fell into deep thought.

He knew very well that the old man outside the city was indeed his own father, and he was equally aware that his soldiers also knew this fact. Tough repression can only alleviate for a while, but dragging it out will only accelerate the fermentation that is full of people. So not only internally, but externally, he also has to do something.

With that in mind, he stood up, walked out of the study, and walked down the hallway, the smell of fish growing in the air. Finally, he stopped at a door, and the smell emanated from the room.

Pushing the door in, there was a large fish basket in the middle of the room, some of the large and small fish in the basket, and some of them were scattered on the ground. Four Taoist boys of different heights, shortness, fat and thinness sat on the ground without grace and dignity, some were napping, others holding a fish and biting, their fishy internal organs falling on their clothes, and their white Taoist robes were stained.

"Young Master Wang, your fish is not fresh!"

Seeing Wang Shi come in, the Taoist boy who was eating the fish immediately spoke.

It's not fresh, and you still eat so happily!

"There are few fish in this season, and now that the city is closed, there is no place to fish, please forgive me."

The words in his heart must not be able to be said, Wang Shi explained with a somewhat apologetic smile, and then he continued with these words.

"If a few Daoists can relieve the siege this time, there will definitely be fresh fish to serve, and in the next time, I will also invite a few Daoists to come out to relieve the siege."

"Going to fight?"

The Dao boy who had been asleep had his eyes half-opened, and he was a little vague.

"Exactly."

"Okay...... Let's go......"

As he spoke, the boy yawned, stretched, and walked out of the room with the other boys.

……

Outside the camp outside the city, the scolding was still the same, although it was milder, but it still stimulated the nerves of the soldiers in the city and shook their military hearts. Although it is said that the heart is the best, but for a person like Wang Shi who does not advance in oil and salt and Zhou Ping's current strength on the surface, it can only be said that the surrender can only be the surrender of Zhou Ping, who has only 1,000 people, so if you want to capture this Hebei City, the weapon is bound to be red.

So in addition to the scolding war, Zhou Ping also made other arrangements.

In the handsome tent, Zhou Ping rarely picked up the "Taiping Technique", as the foundation of the first day since the crossing, Zhou Ping had already memorized it well, and he picked it up again at this time, obviously encountered some problems.

According to Zhou Ping's original plan, conquering this Hebei City and surrendering the 1,000 people of Lord Wang are completely the same thing, and under the indiscriminate bombardment of Leifa, the other party can only choose to surrender obediently. But when he learned that the other party had a spirit as a reinforcement, his originally relaxed mood suddenly became nervous.

If the other party was another spirit, such as bears, jackals, tigers and leopards, horses, sheep, dogs, deer and other beasts, he would not be so worried, and the soldiers of the Hundred Beast Battalion would not fall behind them, but the other party was not a beast, but a bird.

The camp has already laid out a formation, and it is naturally no problem to defend the opponent from taking the initiative to attack the city, but if you want to conquer the next city, you have to use your brains more.

"Alas......"

When the book reached the last page, Zhou Ping sighed and turned it from the beginning again. It is true that there are many mystical spells or formations recorded in the book, but these records are either too restrictive and take a long time to prepare, or they are too powerful and cause too much damage.

The battle must be fought quickly, and the castle could be attacked from other directions at any time; Moreover, what Zhou Ping wanted was a Hebei city that had not been poisoned by the war too much, and he did not want to spend a lot of time and energy on repairing Hebei City. The pace of the attack could not be stopped, he had to continue to the east, even if he could not capture the salt lake, he had to force them to shrink their forces back to the defense, and they did not dare to covet Kasaka again.

Attacking the salt lake, and even attacking Anyi, where the Wang's family in Hedong is located, is his Zhou Ping's strategy to encircle Wei and save Zhao.

"I don't know how many Taoist children came under the Crane Dao people......

Zhou Ping sighed casually, one spell or formation after another passed in front of his eyes, and the effect of the corresponding spell and the possibility of using it in siege immediately appeared in his mind.

"Zhou Ping, something happened!"

There was no one else who dared to call Zhou Ping's name in private, Zhou Ping looked up, and it was Dong Bai who broke in.

"What's wrong?"

In such a hurry, something must have happened.

"The other side sent troops out of the city to call for battle, led by four Dao boys!"

Calling a battle?!

That's right, why did I leak such a play!