Night falls.

In the city, the lights are bright, and the Song army is drinking happily.

Song Wangyan laughed and drank the wine. The generals of the Song army who accompanied him were also drunk, and one by one they stepped forward to toast the King of Song.

Song Wangyan did not refuse to come.

During the banquet, the generals of the Song army laughed and made trouble, and their words were full of contempt and contempt for the Chu people, which made the Zhao rat who accompanied him feel like a pins and needles.

King Song swept his eyes, saw Zhao Mouse's expression, and couldn't help laughing: "This Chu man, why are you so nervous? ”

"And rest assured - our army has already arranged sentinels, and the three armies are vigilant...... Even if your Chu army attacks at night, there is no need to worry. ”

Song Wangyan said that, and then laughed.

Before usurping the throne and becoming the king of Song, he was also a general, and of course he was clear about marching and fighting.

If there were no perfect preparations, Song Wangyan would certainly not be at ease drinking and having fun here.

Zhao Rat smiled stubbornly, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Song Wangyan waved his hand: "Drink!" Drinking! ”

Zhao Rat picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all.

King Song smiled and said, "Although this king doesn't know your specific identity, he also knows that you must be the high-ranking minister of the Chu State. ”

"Now that Xiong Wuliang is coming, if you have any plan to break the enemy, I hope to give you advice."

"After all, you don't want to wait for Xiong Wuliang to break through the city and discover your whereabouts, right?"

Zhao Rat cursed in his heart, but he had nothing to say.

This seemingly reckless but treacherous Song Wangyan is right.

The situation has changed, and now, I have to be a 'Chu traitor' again.

Zhao Rat pondered for a moment, and then said, "Great King, this talisman is indeed solid...... After thinking and meditating, I didn't expect Xiong Wuliang's guy to have any plan to break the city......"

When Song Wang Yan heard this, he laughed again, and drank all the wine in front of him: "Tell me, you and Hou Miliang of Quyang are the same Chuchen...... What is it that makes you so incompatible? ”

At the mention of Xiong Wuliang, Zhao Rat almost gritted his teeth!

With the help of wine, Zhao Rat began to scold: "Xiong Wuliang, Xiong Wuliang...... That's a bastard! Pickled goods! Lazy idiot......"

"This son is a shame among my Chu people! The scum of the aristocracy! ”

"Now that he is looking for his own death, I hope that the king will definitely destroy this fang!"

Thinking that his beloved son Zhao Kong was frightened half by the former, Zhao Rat's voice couldn't help but be a little louder, and the hatred in his tone was undisguised.

Of course, while scolding Xiong Wuliang, Zhao Rat also kept a sense of sobriety - he must not reveal his identity in front of these Song people!

……

Early the next morning.

Under the 'care' of two Chu soldiers, the field climbed up from the simple marching bed.

Today is the second day of the 'Three-Day Breaking the City' gambling contract.

The fields looked left and right—the Chu army was slowly burying the pot and cooking, and all the movements were soothing—it seemed that the Chu army still had no intention of attempting to attack the city today.

Could it be that Xiong Wuliang gave up the gambling contract?

Don't want to win?

The fields are puzzled.

Anyway, my gambling contract seems to be stable!

It is said that this Xiong Wuliang is also a top nobleman, and he should take care of his feathers, and he must be able to speak. Wait until tomorrow, as soon as the three-day deadline expires, the Chu army will definitely still not be able to break the city - they will be able to return to China!

Thinking of this, the field almost burst into tears.

Homesick! Homesick!

Tian Tian washed his face with warm water, and then dressed up, chewed and drank the hot porridge slowly, while thinking quickly—

The Song army was ready for battle, and the city was so strong.

I heard that the Song army had 80,000 troops!

It is impossible for the Chu army to invade the territory of the Song State in a short period of time - let alone three days, even if it takes another month, it may not be able to break through the Fuli Fortress.

This is a great thing for Qi Guo!

Why Xiong Wuliang hurriedly attacked the Song Dynasty, the field is also clear - he must want to annex and open up the Song State as soon as possible, so as to continue to cooperate with the offensive of the Jixi Coalition Army and collect wool from the Qi State.

Therefore, the slower the progress of the Chu army in attacking the Song Dynasty, the better!

As long as there is enough time, the Jixi coalition army will disperse without a fight.

When the time comes, the Great Qi Kingdom will have passed the danger! It is still the first power in the world!

Having said that, even if the Chu army can really break through the Fu Lisai, it must be the Chu State that has done its best and suffered heavy casualties. Xiong Wuliang's so-called 'three-day breaking the city' gamble yesterday seemed to Tian Di to be beyond his strength.

It is estimated that the brain was short-circuited for a while and lost his mind.

Thinking of this, a mocking smile appeared on Tian Di's face......

……

Xiong Wuliang, accompanied by Zhao Slip, came to the gate of the camp.

Behind Xiong Wuliang, followed by Zhong Hua with his bare hands and Xiao Hei with a sword in his hand.

Although Zhong Hua was seriously injured, he was a martial artist after all, and his physical fitness was excellent - except for his pale face at the moment, he couldn't see any major problems from his gait alone.

It's just that the mutilated right hand is always in the sleeve.

Xiao Hei took on the task of guarding Xiong Wuliang closely, and appeared on the same screen with Xiong Wuliang almost at any time.

"How many clay pots have been delivered?" Xiong Wuliang looked at the dense carts at the door and asked casually.

"Returning to the sovereign - a total of more than 700 clay pots were sent, all of which were two-foot in diameter and round according to the sovereign's requirements." The craftsman who followed the team to escort the clay pot looked at Xiong Wuliang with admiration on his face and said respectfully.

Xiong Wuliang nodded, and said in his heart that this Shi Er's movements were quite fast.

If you look closely, some of these clay pots are still dusty on them, and they are obviously not freshly fired. It is the goods that have not been sold for a short time after being produced in the industrial park, and are backlogged in the warehouse.

Today, Xiong Wuliang is going to turn these unsellable rags into treasures!

"Go on, I need more clay pots." Xiong Wuliang instructed: "If there are not many two-foot clay pots in stock, then other calibers of clay pots can also be sent together - the only requirement is that the shape should be regular." ”

The craftsman said yes.

Zhao Slip was puzzled - what is the use of asking for so many clay pots?

The 700 clay pots that had been brought in were already piled up at the camp gate.

Isn't that enough?

"Lord, the catapult built in the park will be delivered tomorrow morning." And the craftsman said.

Xiong Wuliang nodded, expressing satisfaction.

The industrial park represents high standards and fine craftsmanship.

The catapults produced in the park are all products of standardized production, and even the parts are interchangeable with each other. Combined with the advanced counterweight projection, these catapults are extremely accurate.

Xiong Wuliang came over in a hurry, but he didn't move under the city of Fuli, just waiting for these 'big killers'!

……

Zhao Hua thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out how the 'clay pot' and the 'catapult' were combined.

In terms of the overall situation and conspiracy methods, a hundred Xiong Wuliang are not as cunning as the cunning and heart-wrenching summons.

But when it comes to all kinds of whimsical ideas and skillful skills, Zhao Slip is far from keeping up with Xiong Wuliang's thinking.

Is the lord really planning to put the dung in a clay pot and throw it on the city?

It can't be a letter of persuasion, right?

……