Therefore, Jiang Ziya wanted to open the five passes before the end of the Donglu war, and at the same time, he ordered the Northern Bohou Chonghei Tiger to feint to attack Chentang Pass from north to south, so as to achieve a series of strategic purposes such as pressure, attraction, dispersion, and containment.

Even so, Bishui Pass is still not easy to fight.

Xiongcheng is no longer a matter of the number of people.

"Someone!

"Yes!"

Han Rong laughed when he got the battle book, "Jiang Ziya, it's really stupid to be handsome, make an appointment to fight, it's a shame for him to come up with it!"

"Father, Zhou Jun is about to fight now, does he still have the combat power?"

Han Rong's laughter stopped abruptly, "Damn Jiang Ziya, he's playing tricks on me!"

His eldest son, Han Sheng, nodded.

Han Rong's face darkened.

The generals under the tent had their faces strained, but they were already smiling in their stomachs.

"Take out the imperial military order and read it again!"

"Father, which one?"

It's the second Han change.

"All!" Han Rong roared!

"Oh. ”

Han Chang is very calm.

Han Rong blew his beard and glared.

It is said that the father and son soldiers go into battle, and his two sons can anger him out of internal injuries every time, and he will be angry to death by these two sons sooner or later!

He didn't know that the generals under his account could also hold back internal injuries every time.

"Order, Han Rong, the general of the general of the Bishui Pass, will be strictly guarded from now on, and he will not be allowed to go out of the pass to engage the invading Zhou army......"

"Order, the general soldier of Bishui Pass ......"

Military orders were read one by one.

The gathering hall was suddenly solemn, and the generals sat upright, looking ahead, no longer offset.

Han Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Reading the order of the 40,000 army, Han Rong was intoxicated and squinted his eyes and stroked his beard, the corners of his mouth rose, and he was in a good mood.

"Report ...... The enemy is fighting outside the city!"

"So fast?"

Han Rong was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "How many people?"

"Three thousand!"

"Three thousand people, what is this Jiang Ziya going to do?"

Han Sheng: "Don't let us live in peace." ”

Han Bian: "Make my father angry." ”

Han Rong glared at the two sons, weren't they the ones who made him angry?

"Let's go, let's go to the city!"

When the generals came to the city, there were really only 3,000 people under the city, not even a single horseman, and they covered their noses one by one and scolded Han Rong to go down and die!

Han Rong's mouth was crooked, "Jiang Ziya is too deceitful!"

"Wait until the last general goes and kills them!"

Han Rong glared, "The military order has been read in vain?"

The general who volunteered touched his nose and retreated.

"In the future, if there are less than 10,000 people attacking the city, you don't need to tell the commander!"

"Yes!"

Han Rong patted his ass and left.

In just half an hour, Han Rong went to the city in a hurry.

From: "Newspaper ...... The enemy army is constantly increasing, and the visual inspection is more than 10,000!"

Han Rong stared at the ten thousand foot soldiers under the city......

"Father, 10,000 is too little, I don't need to tell you if it's less than 20,000 in the future!"

"I mentioned 30,000 at a time, so I don't have to worry about it!"

"Fart!"

Han Rong roared angrily, his chest heaved and heaved, and he turned his head to stare into the eyes of his two sons to eat people.

was angry, but calmed down, "Whether it's a lure soldier or a radical general, Ben Shuai doesn't take it, but he keeps his eyes open and stares at Lao Tzu, don't let people kill the city, we're still sleeping!"

"Yes!"

Han Rong scolded and went down to the city.

When people scolded him, he cursed.

But there were ten thousand people who scolded him.

There is only one person he scolds, Jiang Ziya!

The city is like adding oil, no, it should be said that it is like a snowball, increasing by 10,000 per day, 10,000 at night, and 10,000 more when you open your eyes, this sense of oppression that increases day and night is more painful than the 200,000 troops who are pressing the border soldiers at one time under the city, 11,000, as if they are all pressed on the city, and on the hearts of the generals.