This old man named Fan is so annoying. He has nothing to do every time, so why does he always ask him for advice
Before Lu Bu could even sit down on the mat, he was called by the old man.
Although he said nothing, he had already cursed Fan Zeng a hundred times in his heart.
However, he was being stared at by the two men with scorching eyes. He was in a dilemma. Since he couldn't afford to lose face, he could only rack his brains with a serious face, trying to come up with something to get away with it.
If it were him, other than confronting them until one side ran out of food and supplies, what other methods could he use to force the people inside out as soon as possible
Lu Bu frowned and thought hard.
However, what emerged in his mind next was not his majestic posture of successfully forcing the enemy to leave the city in the past, but... the cruel tricks used by those cunning old opponents on him, which made him run around in embarrassment.
He had never besieged a city many times, but was often besieged by the enemy.
They are nothing more than fire attacks or water attacks, attacking the enemy within the enemy, or humiliating and verbal battles.
There are no rivers around and the weather is dry, so a water attack is impossible.
Fire attack
Before forcing out Zhang Er's army, they would burn more innocent civilians and destroy the intact city of Linzi.
If we try to save trouble temporarily, and then rebuild the city after the war, won't the Chu army itself be the one in most trouble
The enemy is the enemy... At this time, those who were still surrounding Zhang Er were either loyal confidants or the people of Qi who had no choice.
Without my capable brother Han Xin and that foxy eye, there's no way they could come up with any spy plan out of thin air.
This doesn't work and that doesn't work, the only thing left is to curse.
Send people to the city gate every day to curse, no matter how bad it is. Even if Zhang Er is really determined to be a coward and refuses to come out even if his ancestors are cursed through, at least he can get a good verbal pleasure and also frustrate the morale of the enemy army.
only…
Lu Bu glanced at the foolish king, who was sitting upright with a calm face, dignified and noble.
That's all.
He curled his lips and dismissed the idea without a second thought.
He knew very well that Xiang Yu, who was born into an aristocratic family and always put on airs, was very particular about doing things in a decent and upright manner, and was usually a stubborn person who would not even bother to touch the words "all is fair in war".
How could one have the nerve to do this kind of verbal abuse, which would be effective but totally ungraceful
Seeing that none of his ideas were working, Lu Bu had a stern face and was getting very worried, when suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.
From the very beginning, he felt that Zhang Er's trapped situation was somewhat familiar.
At first he thought it was just a reminder of his unfortunate memories of the time when he was trapped in Xia Pi City, and tried not to think about it too much.
But after a moment's thought, it was clearly the same situation that the fool in front of him experienced at Gaixia!
Lu Bu suddenly had an idea. He raised his eyes sharply and looked directly at Xiang Hanzi, who was looking at him with a deep gaze. He shouted passionately, "Your Majesty, I have a plan to offer you!"
In the blink of an eye, it was night.
The moonlight was bleak and the night was dark. Although there was a gentle evening breeze, Zhang Er still couldn't sleep at night and was very depressed.
As time went by, not only did the morale of his soldiers wan, but even his most loyal confidants became more and more panicked.
In contrast, the Chu army outside the city always had a scene of well-trained soldiers, sufficient food and high morale...
Once winter comes, if he fails to wait for the Chu army to withdraw its siege, the food in his city will surely run out.
By then, the soldiers will be tired, low on food, and without winter clothing supplies, so they will surrender without a fight.
But he has managed to hold on until today, so why would he be willing to just sit there and wait for death
Zhang Er had no desire to sleep, so he didn't waste time tossing and turning on the couch. Instead, he put on his coat and went up to the city wall in the cool night dew.
The soldiers on duty on the city wall all looked hungry, with confusion in their eyes.
Seeing their commander coming here silently, they were only stunned for a moment, saluted silently, and respectfully stepped aside. Apart from that, they had no further reaction.
Zhang Er was feeling heavy-hearted. He leaned on the stone bricks and looked into the dark distance.
On the endless plain, countless military tents were neatly stationed, reflecting the faint moonlight, surrounding the city of Linzi.
Looking closely, one can see dark figures holding torches, patrolling in an orderly manner.
The isolated city of Linzi is like a dead leaf in the middle of the river, which may be hit and sunk by the rolling waves at any time and completely destroyed.
Zhang Er climbed to a high place and looked into the distance, staring at the dim but eye-catching flames, stunned.
It was not until he shivered in the increasingly cold night wind that he suddenly woke up.
Let’s go back.
Zhang Er was now filled with frustration and staggered as he tried to get down from the city wall.
As a result, after taking a few steps, bursts of singing suddenly came from the distance!
At first, the singing was just a faint sound, floating in the wind.
However, within a few breaths, as more and more people joined in the singing, the sound spread all over the place and reached the ears of the people in Linzi City.
Those who are soundly sleeping wake up in confusion, and those who are awake burst into tears.
The Qi soldiers who were temporarily recruited were bewildered. They did not speak Zhao dialect, but they could only hear the loud and sad singing, which made the listeners feel their chests tighten and feel very sad.
But how could the Zhao soldiers, who had followed Zhang Er for many years, survived the previous fierce battle and fled here, and were trapped for several months, not recognize the familiar local accent
They only listened for a short while before they felt homesick. Adding the uncertainty of the road ahead and the fact that they didn't know whether they would live or die, they were even more moved to tears.
I don't know who started singing along first, but within a moment, all the awake Zhao soldiers in Linzi City were unable to bear the depression, tears flowed down their faces, and they couldn't help but sing along!
At once, the mournful and sad song of Zhao could be heard from all directions, mixed with the sound of crying.
As the fire came one after another, it was no longer possible to tell which ones came from the Chu army camp and which ones came from the Zhao soldiers in the city.
Zhang Er was horrified.
Even though his first thought was that the Chu army deliberately used a trick to disrupt his morale, a horrible thought that he couldn't believe still emerged in his subconscious.
—How come so many Zhao soldiers suddenly appeared in the Chu camp
Zhang Er was horrified and muttered to himself, "Could it be that the Chu people have already taken over all of Zhao's territory?"
He was not from Zhao, but he had ruled Zhao for a long time. Moreover, he regarded Zhao as his last retreat, so he had extraordinary feelings towards it.
Because the shock was so severe, he carelessly forgot to lower his voice when he talked to himself, so the attendants on both sides heard it clearly.
Upon hearing that King Lian also knew that he was at the end of his road and had lost his hometown which was his last barrier, the already dejected people could no longer maintain their composure and burst into tears, unable to hold their weapons firmly.
Seeing this, Zhang Er couldn't help but sigh to the sky and remained speechless for a long time.
The glory of the allied forces that day when they caught Xiang Yu off guard, captured three places in a row, and massacred the people of Chu is still vivid in our minds.
How come the situation went from bad to worse in such a short time that he ended up fighting alone with no one to help him
He couldn't think clearly, and he didn't have the time to think clearly.
Zhang Er returned to the house silently. He ignored the sad Zhao Ge around him, and had no intention of encouraging the soldiers who were crying like rain. He sent out many scouts to inquire about the control status of each city gate.
After hearing this, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart - perhaps because the south gate faced the Chu territory, the Chu army was least guarded there, with only more than a thousand people.
Zhang Er really didn't want to believe that Zhao had really fallen into the hands of the Chu army.
For the last glimmer of hope, he decided to abandon this isolated city, reduce the number of his followers, and break out to the north at night.
Even if he really lost Zhao and was about to die, he did not want to be buried in a foreign land. He would rather die on the way back to his hometown Liang.
Then, after a stick of incense, war drums suddenly sounded at the north gate, and the sound was very loud. The Zhao soldiers in the city seemed to be crazy and wanted to break out, which immediately attracted the attention of the Chu soldiers besieging the city.
While the Chu soldiers were gathering towards the north gate, Zhang Er took advantage of the moonlight and broke out from the south gate with the help of the last 200 soldiers following him.
The more than a thousand Chu soldiers at the South Gate seemed to be concerned about the movements at the North Gate, and were completely unprepared for Zhang Er and his entourage who suddenly rushed out. Most of the cavalrymen only had time to grab their weapons but were unable to mount their horses.
After chasing them in vain for dozens of steps, they could only watch them run farther and farther away.
Although Zhang Er knew that his situation was miserable, he still felt a little proud when he saw that his plan was being implemented so smoothly.
—Xiang Ji was just an ordinary man, totally incapable of strategy.
The Chu army's seemingly impenetrable siege was easily escaped by him with just a little trick.
Zhang Er was preoccupied with his own affairs, and of course he could not care about the more than 200,000 soldiers he left in the city who had lost all their fighting spirit and were ready to rebel at any time.
Anyway, if they couldn't catch him, considering Xiang Ji's recent pretentious behavior, he would most likely not take the lives of the surrendered prisoners in order to show his false benevolence and righteousness.
Zhang Er sighed.
Unlike him, once captured, he would surely die.
The wind is cold and the night is sad.
Zhang Er and his companions were concentrating on galloping and fleeing on the vast plain. Their hearts were beating like drums. Even though the deafening shouts of killing were still echoing in their ears, they dared not look back.
He was afraid that if he turned back, he would miss the opportunity to escape and be caught up by the Chu army who had noticed the movement of the south gate.
What Zhang Er didn't know was that if he really turned back, he would see a terrifying scene that would make his heart tremble -
He didn't know since when, but two tall figures, one black and one white, appeared behind his team, running side by side.
Like a ghost, it follows you everywhere, always following behind you.
Unlike Zhang Er and his companions who were urging their carriages to gallop at full speed and fleeing for their lives, Lu Bu and Xiang Yu who were chasing behind them obviously had some energy left and were as leisurely as a cat playing with a mouse.
Lu Bu was an excellent rider, so he was not afraid of the bumps on the horse's back, which could easily hurt his tongue. He could not help but show off, "What do you think of this plan of attacking Zhao Ge from all four directions?"
It turned out that Zhao Ge from the Chu camp, who had just caused the morale of the troops in Linzi City to collapse, was the result of Lu Bu's flash of inspiration.
He transferred the desperate situation of "being besieged on all sides" encountered by this unfortunate fool in history and applied it to the Linzi defenders who were in a similar situation, and it actually worked so well!
It turned out that Lu Bu's plan was to send people to find the Zhao soldiers who were to be recruited into the Chu army one by one, and then ask a smart aide to compose a Zhao song on the spot, making the tune mournful and sad, and the sentences easy to understand, and then let the generals and soldiers learn and sing it on the spot.
This is why there was the song of Zhao everywhere, which made people heartbroken, cry miserably, and lose all morale.
—Only someone as smart as me can learn and apply what I have learned to the fullest extent!
The corners of Lu Bu's lips curled up, his chin unconsciously raised high, he looked at Xiang Yu with a beaming eyebrow, his eyes shining, his desire for praise was obvious at a glance.
Even someone as slow-witted as Xiang Yu could see through the general's straightforward and lovely thoughts.
Xiang Yu unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, and gentle ripples appeared in his pupils.
When he looked at his favorite general, he was always clumsy in words and speech, but after racking his brains, he really opened his mouth and praised: "Fengxian is really a genius, with a lot of ingenious strategies. By singing and singing Zhao Ge, he defeated hundreds of thousands of troops without bloodshed."
The corners of Lu Bu's mouth twitched slightly, and his face felt slightly hot.
… How come this fool, who is usually so tongue-tied, knows how to say nice things
When he suddenly showed an expression of genuine conviction and praised his wisdom, he felt uncomfortable.
It would be better to praise his unparalleled bravery so that he would feel more comfortable.
After Xiang Yu finished praising these words, he waited silently for his beloved general's reaction.
Unexpectedly, the beloved general just pursed his lips and looked away, then shook his head vigorously for some inexplicable reason.
Xiang Yu looked puzzled.
Love General... What is this for
Before Xiang Yu could fall into deep thought, Lu Bu suddenly pointed his whip forward, raised his sword-like brows, and arrogantly challenged him: "My king, are you willing to compete with me to see who can take Zhang Er's head first?"
Xiang Yu was slightly stunned, and looked quietly at his beloved general who was full of high spirits.
In the double pupils that are usually deep and indifferent, at this moment, there is moonlight flowing like water and starlight shining brightly.
After a while, Xiang Yu chuckled and said cheerfully, "Why not?"