The night is as dark as water, and the sky looks like a dense net, covering every corner of the grassland.
The Chibei camp is brightly lit.
With a "pop" sound, the originally quiet tent was broken.
Bowls and porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor, and scarlet blood splattered on the table legs.
The veins on Tarsan’s forehead popped out: “I have spent so much effort just to borrow some soldiers.
My father actually let Tarhai lead the troops and command them together with the eldest prince of Beiliang and Xiahou Dun.
They wouldn’t even give me the power forward position! ”
Sangbu's shoulder injury had almost healed, but Tarsan still wouldn't let him get out of bed and ordered someone to take good care of him.
He half leaned on the windowsill, looking at the shadows of soldiers patrolling outside the tent.
Sangbu reminded in a low voice: "Third Prince, there are Liang troops outside. Be careful that this word will not reach the ears of King Chibei, which will add another wall to your father-son relationship."
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Tarsan sneered: "In his eyes, I am just a bastard born of a lowly maid, a useless person who can be abandoned at any time.
How can I talk about adding another wall when I have a father-son relationship with him that I have never had? ”
Sangbu looked at Talsang distressedly: "But King Chibei finally agreed to attack Dajing again. He still listened to the words of the third prince."
After these words were spoken, Talsan's face became even colder.
“The old man knew that Dajing had food and water, and he wanted to swallow this piece of fat meat by himself.
Even if it was a lowly slave, telling him this news would make him mobilize his troops to go to war. ”
Tarsan wiped the blood off his hands slowly.
He slowly approached Sangbu, with blood still on his face, and his smile sounded like a devil from hell.
He sat on the bed and met Sangbu's eyes.
"Sangbu, you are all I have."
"From now on, if I become the King of Chibei, I will definitely make you the Great General of Chibei, and you will be supported by all the people!"
When Sangbu heard his words, there was no joy on his face, but his brows became more and more furrowed.
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As the war is imminent, Zhiyi City goes on city-wide alert.
The 50,000 soldiers in the city trained day and night, and fell asleep as soon as they returned to the camp every day.
The people’s greenhouse planting was also not left out.
For three consecutive days, the prisoners worked in the fields with their faces to the earth and their backs to the sky.
As the battle drew closer, the prisoners began to become uneasy.
At night, discussions were heard in the military camp prison.
“Beiliang and Chibei have formed an alliance again and are about to attack Dajingzhiyi City.
You said that if Prince Dajing goes back on his word, wouldn't we be doomed? ”
"Don't even mention that Prince Dajing wants to regret it, I want to regret it too!
How can I possibly go into battle with my relatives? ”
Among the captives were not only civilians and distant relatives of the nobles, but more were slaves.
The first two identities are all worried about their own safety.
The slaves all kept silent; they had never been respected in the tribe.
Coming to Dajing, you will not only have enough food and clothing, but you will also be rewarded for your good work.
They even felt that being a captive in Dajing was a hundred times better than returning to the tribe and being treated like slaves and bullied.
There were only five thousand Beiliang captives, all of them veterans. Their fighting spirit on the battlefield was no longer as strong as that of the young ones.
When they learned that they were abandoned by Xiahou Dun, they felt infinite sadness in their hearts.
The alliance between Beiliang and Chibei this time was like a stone thrown into a lake, which only caused ripples in their hearts.
In the prison, someone shouted, "Deputy General Ba, what do you think?"
The highest-ranking military officer among the Chibei prisoners was Baturu.
In the dark, everyone found the cell where Baturu was.
On a dark night, Baturu sat in the middle of the big kang, feeling the warmth from it.
The surroundings became quiet.
Baturu said in a deep voice: "Once we prisoners hold the sword and go to the battlefield, we will be labeled as traitors and rebels.
Sooner or later, he will die at the hands of his relatives. ”
Prince Dajing's move was too cruel, and abandoning their coach was even more vicious.
They fought bravely for Chibei and thought about dying on the battlefield, but they never thought about ending up in such a situation.
Baturu's words made the prison even quieter, and the breathing of the people around him could be heard clearly.
After a long while, someone finally spoke.
"Deputy General Ba, what if we throw down our weapons and flee back to our tribe?"
As soon as these words were spoken, they were instantly recognized by everyone.
"Yes! We can escape back."
"If you lay down your weapons, no one can be blamed, and no matter who catches you, you may be able to save your life."
"That's a good idea. You're really smart. Your mother has been giving you milk since you were a child, right?"
After a burst of noise, everyone realized that Baturu did not agree with what they said.
Baturu closed his eyes and said, "A slave of three surnames will not have a good end."
The last sentence was the final straw that broke the camel's back for the captives.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into silence again.
When everyone was about to fall asleep, someone shouted.
"kill!"
"Prince Dajing doesn't seem like the kind of person who would break a promise. He won't end well anyway, so we might as well trust him this time!"
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Xiao Jingzhou stood on the city wall holding the blueprint.
The blueprint showed Zhiyi City, with a tall tower outside the four city walls.
Xiao Jingzhou held the blueprint and finalized the final position.
“The watchtower at the north gate is built right here.”
The telescope sent by Jiang Zhenyu can see dozens of kilometers outside the city.
It’s a pity that the terrain outside the city is not flat. If you want to see far away, you need to climb up high to see.
Lu Chen asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, is it too late?"
Xiao Jingzhou said in a deep voice: "As long as you do it, it will always be too late!"
Wei Wenshan took the drawing and marked it carefully with a vermilion pen.
He added the last stroke, raised his eyes and said, "Don't worry, Master Lu. The cement and iron tools sent by the gods are perfect for building a watchtower."
"I asked someone to make it overnight."
"Besides, it will take time for hundreds of thousands of enemy troops to march out. By the time the two armies are united, the watchtower should be ready."
Wei Wenshan has always been conservative in his work, and with his assurance, Lu Chen's expression improved a lot.
Wei Wenshan put away the blueprints and disappeared from the city wall in a flash.
Xiao Jingzhou leaned his hands on the wall and looked down at the captives digging trenches under the city.
Lu Chen whispered, “These captives heard that Beiliang and Chibei were going to attack the city a few days ago, so they were distracted from farming.
I don’t know what happened today?
He was working particularly hard to dig trenches outside the city.
It's like a different group of people. ”
Xiao Jingzhou, however, was aware of the captives' transformation: "They have no choice but to pledge allegiance to Dajing."
Lu Chen only had a vague understanding. He could guess some of it, but he could not fully understand the prisoner's thoughts.
He turned around and saw Gu Zhenbei rushing towards him.
Xiao Jingzhou has practiced martial arts for many years and has already mastered the ability to hear all directions.
As soon as he turned around, Gu Zhenbei said anxiously, "Your Highness, the spy has reported."
"The Northern Liang Army is on its way, and the Red Northern Army is on its way."
Lu Chen widened his eyes and took several steps forward.
“So soon?”
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