After watching the messenger's back disappear from his sight, Pu Tong frowned and said to Wu Lai, "Lord, there is something fishy."

Wu Lai smiled slightly and nodded, "There is something fishy. As for other cities, firstly, they have been harassed by you, secondly, they really don't have the military strength to fight back. Thirdly, Mayor Miller played a big role, so they announced their withdrawal from Tianjuan and joined the alliance. Although the garrison of Napolini City is only over 10,000, the barracks stretch from 30 miles behind the city to the canyon pass. It is too easy to get reinforcements. Now they are showing such a fearful attitude and surrendering right away. There must be a conspiracy."

"The lord is absolutely right. When the messenger came in, I felt disgusted by his shifty eyes. What kind of general leads what kind of soldiers. If the soldiers are like this, you can imagine what kind of general he will be like." Pu Tong said.

"Oh, you can also read faces, not bad." Wu Lai smiled and patted Pu Tong's shoulder, "I see that the soldiers under your command are all very cunning."

"Lord, my soldiers are not cunning, but flexible. They have sharp minds and are good at observation," Pu Tong quickly explained.

"Okay, we have to reply to the messenger soon, so stop chatting and go and ask Spotted Wolf to bring his people over." After Wu Lai gave Pu Tong the order, he leaned back and leaned comfortably on the chair.

…

"Look, look, hahahahahaha..." Sartre proudly held up Wu Lai's reply letter and said to his lieutenants and followers, "I told you that the Assyrian army has been successful one after another and progressing too smoothly. They have already become complacent. Their commander has agreed to accept our 'surrender' and said that the sooner this happens, the better."

"Congratulations, General." Everyone hurriedly congratulated.

"There's no rush to talk about this." Sartre waved his hand. "After this is done, when we're having a banquet, you can talk about whatever you want to say. Now, listen carefully..."

…

"Lord, it seems that General Sartre is in a hurry to die." Pu Tong scratched his ear and stared at the letter in Wu Lai's hand. This was the third time today.

"Maybe he's just too eager to win." Wu Lai raised a smile and spread out the letter to read it.

"This Sartre is a very conceited person. Words like stubborn and self-righteous are very appropriate to describe him," said Spotted Wolf.

"Not bad, brother Spotted Wolf." Pu Tong looked at Spotted Wolf in surprise, "You are speaking more and more like a noble, so elegant."

"I've been with the lord a lot during this period, so I've learned a little bit." Spotted Wolf smiled.

After gently placing the letter on the table, Wu Lai glanced at Pu Tong and Banlang, "Sart said that after he has taken control of the civil servants and militia in the city, he will open the three city gates and welcome our army into the city. To show his sincerity, tomorrow morning, all weapons will be moved out of the city and handed over to our army. All the garrison troops will leave the city empty-handed and gather in the designated area of ​​our army. At the same time, the garrison camp will hold a grand welcome ceremony and banquet to welcome our commanders at all levels."

"Huh? Does this Sartre really want to surrender?" Pu Tong was stunned. They laid down their weapons, all the garrison troops left the city, and held ceremonies and banquets. This showed great sincerity.

"It looks like that." Woolley closed the letter.

…

Before dusk, the Tianjuan Royal Guards stopped their attack on the Wulai.

In the past half day, the Tianjuan Royal Guards launched a total of six attacks on the Wu Lai, using almost all means, but none of them could cause any significant attack effect on the Wu Lai.

Ye Ren watched all the battles. When she saw the cavalry of the Tianjuan Palace waving flags and rushing towards the Wulai, she almost lost control of her emotions. The familiar armor and formations evoked many memories in her heart. Although she had lived in Assyria since she was a child, her roots were in the Tianjuan Palace, a place with strict hierarchy but also warmth, because her father and grandfather were all here...

"There is no way out at all?!" Adolf couldn't believe his ears.

"Your Majesty, that ship is so huge that it is shocking. The cannons on board have a long range and great power. There are also large crossbows and catapults that can shoot explosive packs. Although our army can attack from the shore, the enemy ship has chosen a good anchorage point. Their observation posts cannot hide our every move. Before the cannons are set up, their shells have arrived. Our fire ship is still two or three miles away from their bow, and the shells have also arrived..."

"Shut up! You useless thing!" Adolf scolded. "You are embarrassing me by calling yourself the Imperial Guard. The ship may be big, but are your 50,000 soldiers just for show? The cannons can't fire and the ship can't get close. Can't you just rush to the shore with your horses, and then swim over with explosives or something? As long as you send out two or three thousand of these warriors, I don't believe that the people on the ship can take care of it."

The commander of the Imperial Guards kowtowed immediately and said, "Your Majesty, please allow me to report. We have also tried the method you mentioned. Not long after our troops entered the water, a row of small windows opened under the side of the enemy ship, which were filled with crossbowmen. The speed of the enemy in the water was extremely slow, and the enemy had no blind spots for shooting and was well-rested. Even with shields, our soldiers could not get within 80 steps."

"Then pull the troops back! Attack at night! I don't believe they are made of bronze and don't know how to get tired. Go, attack repeatedly, don't stop, you must wear them down and kill them." Adolf shouted, waving his fist. Today was his coronation ceremony, but before the ceremony was over, the Assyrian army's artillery fired first, not only disrupting the ceremony, but also making the whole city panic. There were even many rumors that he, the emperor, was attacked by the enemy on the day of his coronation because the gods were angry.

When Adolf heard these words, he simply ordered the cancellation of the banquet and imposed martial law in the whole city. After sending troops to meet the enemy, he organized people to repair the city wall. Now the city wall has been barely restored, but he once again heard the news that he could not defeat the enemy. How could he not be angry?

"I obey your command." The commander of the Royal Guards knelt on the ground and kowtowed, but he sighed quietly in his heart. It was obviously a bad idea that Adolf had just proposed. If they were to confront each other on the battlefield, perhaps the repeated attacks might work, but if they were to confront each other across the river, the enemy ships had endless means, and attacking would be tantamount to suicide.

"Go quickly." Adolf waved his hand impatiently, not even bothering to ask about the casualties. He had lost all six battles, and asking would only add to his annoyance.

"I'll set off right away." The commander of the Imperial Guard bowed again and was about to stand up when he heard a faint rumbling sound in his ears.

"These Assyrian bastards!" Adolf shuddered involuntarily...

At the same time, Bailey put down the telescope with a smile, turned around and ordered the commander of the main gun position: "The landing point is good, rest for a while, and then fire three more shots!"

"Yes!" the artillery commander responded loudly.

"Second Commander, Fourth Commander." Bailey waved his hand, and two commanders rushed out from the group of commanders on standby.

"Each of you send out a battalion to ambush on the shore." Bailey gave the order, turned around and waved his hand, "Activate the forward searchlight! Send out the reconnaissance boat!"

…

Just after midnight, all of Sat's arrangements were completed. Although he had not received a reply yet, he believed that the commander of the Assyrian army would definitely come, and even come complacently and triumphantly.

In order to gain the trust of the Assyrian army, Sat "offered" his greatest "sincerity" - laying down his weapons and sending his garrison out of the city.

Of course he would not really surrender. Among the weapons and armories he packed for inspection by the Assyrian army, more than 90% were returned pieces of junk that had been stored in the warehouse for who knows how long. Some of them even smelled moldy when they were taken out, but now this disgusting smell is gone. Under Sartre's arrangement, they were wiped clean and sprayed with wine, and they looked like new.

The garrison troops that left the city were also fake, otherwise Sat would not be able to implement his plan. Some of these "garrisons" were militiamen, and the other part were residents and slaves who were forcibly brought in. Now they have gathered in the camp, changed into garrison uniforms, and are being divided into more than ten teams of thousands of people to receive training from the deputy general - this is very important, because if they are not explained in advance, it will be very troublesome if they are exposed and the Assyrian army notices that something is wrong.

The most crucial arrangement was in the main camp. After removing the old marshal's tent, Sartre ordered his men to build three large awnings for banquets. Now, the awnings were covered with carpets, tables and chairs, and of course, explosives under the carpets.

The reason why Sat chose to use explosives to deal with the Assyrian generals was that he had no intention of capturing them alive. In his opinion, capturing them alive would only tie the Assyrian army's hands for a short period of time. Since the Assyrians were able to capture so many cities, they would certainly not be short of manpower to lead the army. If he captured a group of them, they would be able to replenish them quickly. It would be better to kill them directly. At least it would cause chaos in the Assyrian army, and then he could take the opportunity to attack.

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Explosives were also buried in the vacated barracks because Sartre planned to let the Assyrian army "take over" these barracks tomorrow. As the Assyrian generals always brought some soldiers with them when they entered the city to accept surrender, it would be better to let them fly into the sky with their generals - Sartre thought to himself.

"General, the men are already in ambush." ​​A deputy general handed a glass of wine to Sartre and said, "Four cannons are also in position, all aimed at the barracks."

"Well, if you can't kill them in one blow, just fire your cannons and blow them to pieces." Sartre took the wine with a smile.

"The general has good strategies and courage. I admire him very much," said the deputy general.

"There will be many more opportunities to admire you in the future." Sartre took a sip of wine and suddenly sighed, "The Hulet Province is in such a mess now, and the Empire hasn't made any move. Are they just going to leave it alone?"

"It doesn't matter. With you here, General, we are not afraid of any number of Assyrian troops." The deputy general said with a smile.

"You are flattering me." Sartre tapped the deputy general's nose, "I'm afraid it's not me who makes you feel at ease, but the 100,000 soldiers behind us."

"I never thought so." The deputy general quickly defended.

"It's best if you don't think so. Don't forget that the people behind us are our own, but they may not be on the same side as us." Sartre glanced at the deputy general, "Let those Hulett lieutenants be prepared, especially my substitute. If the enemy army shows up and asks us to leave the city and surrender, don't panic. Just do what they want and surrender. Just lead them to the city for me."

"I obey your command." The deputy general bowed and responded.

…

On the terrace, Adolf had a gloomy face. He had been standing in the night like this for a long time...

He couldn't sleep, even though there were soft couches and pillows in his bedroom, and more than a dozen beautiful women presented by his ministers today were waiting for his favor.

After sighing again, Adolf slowly turned around and said to his eldest grandson, the 20-year-old Aowang, who had been standing with him for most of the night, "Go and rest first."

"Your Majesty..." Aowang hesitated to speak.

"Don't tell me to rest." Adolf waved his hand. "The enemy is invading, and the capital is short of troops. How can I rest in peace?"

"Your Majesty, the reinforcements will arrive at the latest tomorrow morning." Aowang said hurriedly.

"Reinforcements?" Adolf sneered. "The militiamen coming from the Acropolis. They are unreliable in the battle."

"Then..." Aowang was speechless.

"Stop talking about this and that. I'm telling you, now I can only hope that the enemy on the ship will not dare to disembark to fight." Adolf sighed heavily. "The empire's military strength has been greatly damaged by Helenpatra. What I didn't expect was that the Assyrians could actually cross the sea..."

"Your Majesty, this crisis will definitely pass. In fact, this is not even a crisis because the enemy has only one ship with limited troops and horses. They cannot shake the capital at all." Aowang said.

"What you said makes some sense." Adolf narrowed his eyes and continued, "I miscalculated at the beginning. If I had only targeted Helenpatra, the Assyrians would have no excuse to act rashly, and I would have more time to build a few powerful armies. But it's too late to say this now..."

"Tungt ...