When passing through Fangcheng, the gateway to Nanyang, Wuzhu still did not launch a forceful attack. Instead, he left Wanhu Wulindatai to lead 5,000 soldiers to besiege Huyan Tong in the city, and then continued to move southwest... Finally, on the last day of early November, this old friend of Emperor Zhao once again saw the Jinwu flag he had been thinking about day and night.
And perhaps because Nanyang had sufficient supplies, there were dozens of Jinwu banners of varying ages, scattered around the city.
Although he had already made a judgment in his mind, Wanyan Wushu still couldn't help but have people send some wine, cloth, and the captured flags of Han Shizhong's army into the city. He also handed over an earnest letter, describing how he had seen Emperor Zhao from afar on the top of Xiacai City that day, and how he had missed him day and night since they had parted for eight months, and how he had traveled thousands of miles to find this place just to express his sincere wish to meet Emperor Zhao again.
What completely put his mind at ease was that the messenger quickly brought back a brief reply as expected:
"There are still three miles to go. I'll wait for you to come."
The signature was the familiar 'Cangzhou Zhao Jiu'...which was the private signature of the Emperor Zhao as mentioned by the people of Song Dynasty.
As for the number three miles, it is very simple... Compared with the Tokyo City, which has a circumference of fifty miles and is divided into three layers, the Nanyang City, even after being expanded and renovated for a whole year, is only twenty-five miles in circumference and has two layers.
Calculating the distance, from the city gate where Wanyan Wushu stopped his horse to watch the dragon banners to the core Nanyang Palace, it was only three miles away.
"We are already exhausted from setting up camp today. Starting tomorrow, we will start to drive the Han people to climb the city walls and fill the ditches. At the same time, we will build equipment and build artillery carts." In the Jin army's central camp, Wanyan Wushu read the letter countless times before finally putting it away. Then he looked around expressionlessly, his words firm and firm, and his military orders were as heavy as a mountain. "I only want one thing, that is, the whole army will take turns to attack the city, using all means, without stopping for a moment... until the city is broken, or our whole army is defeated and flees north... If anyone disobeys, he will be executed without mercy!"
The three Wanhu below, plus dozens of Meng'an, each stood up and shook their armor, bowed and saluted.
PS: There was no one in the car, so I quickly wrote a chapter on the way to make up for yesterday's.
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