Although the two sides have not yet officially clashed, the morale of Chen Youliang's army has reached its peak at this moment.

The situation has gradually become tense.

Zhao Min in the imperial city was also getting restless.

On the city wall, Zhao Min looked at the rubble below the city and gradually frowned.

Duan Zihao on the side said: "Empress Dowager, I really didn't expect that Chen Youliang would use this method. I am incompetent and have not yet thought of any way to defeat him."

Zhao Min smiled bitterly: "Not to mention you, even I can't think of a better way now."

"Chen Youliang knows how powerful my Mongolian cavalry is, so he will not engage in a decisive battle with me on the plains."

"And this kind of siege is not our strong point. At the moment, we can only take it one step at a time. Even if Chen Youliang can easily climb the city wall, it does not mean that he can take Dadu."

"Tell the soldiers on the city wall to pay close attention. If there is any sign of trouble, sound the gong and shoot arrows immediately."

…

Chen Youliang had already made preparations for the siege, and on the other side, after traveling day and night, Zhao Linger and Zhou Zhiruo also arrived in Xianyang.

Xianyang, the ancient capital of the pre-Qin period, still retains its former glory. The old city walls, although having gone through thousands of years of baptism, are still standing tall.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Xianyang City and felt a little emotional for a moment.

She said to Zhao Linger, "Sister, it's a good thing that you and I came here earlier so we can take a look at the situation here first. Otherwise, when my man's army arrives, we will encounter a lot of trouble."