Peng Xiaoyu sat in the hanging basket and was lowered down the city wall. She stood by the moat and waved to the Shu Han army on the opposite side.
The Shu Han army was puzzled. Someone came up to ask questions and found out that she was the maid of General Zhennan. They did not dare to neglect her and immediately took her across the moat and sent her to Wei Ba's tent on the hillside.
Wei Ba was arranging tasks. When he saw Peng Xiaoyu, he didn't say anything for a long time. It took a long time before he laughed: "Xiaoyu?" As he spoke, he stood up.
"Young Master, it's me." Peng Xiaoyu also laughed, walked forward quickly, put her hand gently on the shoulder of Wei Ba who was about to stand up to greet her, and shook his head calmly. Ding Feng saw her
He walked towards Wei Ba quickly and was shocked. He stretched out his hand and was about to draw his sword, but was stopped by Dun Wu.
"Why did you come out?" Wei Ba was overjoyed: "I was about to send someone to pick up your brothers."
"No need, Sima Yi asked me to deliver a letter to you and put my brother in custody." Peng Xiaoyu took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Wei Ba. Wei Ba took it in his hand and took a look at Sima Yi's handwriting.
Smiled. The war was about to begin. What did Sima Yi mean by writing this letter? It was a delaying strategy? He couldn't possibly want to surrender.
Wei Ba opened the letter, took a look at it, and couldn't help but smile. Sima Yi wanted to negotiate and planned to divide Nanyang with the Shu Han. In the letter, he also analyzed the situation of the Shu Han. He especially said to Wei Ba, "You are a rising star, your age is
Qing Qing is already the general of Zhennan. If a tree is as beautiful as the forest, the wind will destroy it. You know this truth, so you will not fight for the interests in Nanyang. Whether you capture Wancheng or not, it makes no difference to you.
Yizhou is exhausted now, and all it can rely on is your farmland in the south of the Yangtze River. Instead of doing everything you can to win military exploits for Li Yan, why not give up when things are good and divide Nanyang? You also know that Wancheng is not that easy to fight. I will do it in the city
Without adequate preparations - you can ask Miss Peng about this - you won't be able to capture Wancheng for at least a month. And whether your food can last for a month may be a problem. In this case, why not see better
Just accept it?
After reading the letter, Wei Ba smiled. I have to say that Sima Yi's proposal was very satisfying. Even if he knew that it was a delaying tactic, people couldn't help but feel excited. To be honest, he had indeed reached the end of his crossbow. Can he conquer Wan?
He was not sure at all about the city. If he could really divide Nanyang through negotiations with Sima Yi, it would be a good choice.
However, he didn't believe Sima Yi at all, and he hated Sima Yi very much, so there was no possibility of him accepting Sima Yi's suggestion.
He knew very well that Sima Yi's deliberate purpose was to become a mainstay and to use this war to establish a firm foothold in the Wei Dynasty. Because of him, Sima Yi's rise was much more difficult than in history, but despite this, he was still rising.
.What he relies on is not his military exploits, but his family background. Behind him are countless aristocratic families.
Wei Ba didn't like these aristocratic families, so he didn't like Sima Yi. Even though he knew that Sima Yi and his son would never have another chance to establish the weird Jin Dynasty, and even though he very much hoped that the Wei court would be more chaotic, he was not willing to let Sima Yi be proud.
"Xiaoyu, please don't go back..."
"No, I want to go back." Peng Xiaoyu shook his head: "My brother is still in the city, and I don't want him to be hurt because of me."
"You can't help him much if you go back." Wei Ba smiled slightly: "Or, you will only become a burden to him. Without you by his side, it may be easier for him to escape."
Peng Xiaoyu smiled: "He said the same, but I still can't let him go alone." She paused and lowered her head: "He is the only relative I have now. Even if we die, we will die together."
Wei Ba shrugged: "You are still as stubborn as before, almost as stubborn as an idiot. Well, didn't Sima Yi give you three days? You stay here first. If the young master cannot defeat Wancheng within three days,
I will agree to his terms and negotiate with him."
Peng Xiaoyu nodded. Wei Ba asked someone to lead her to the back tent to see Guan Feng. He sat and thought for a while, then said to the captains who were still waiting for his orders: "Don't hesitate, go get ready."
, each battalion must be well prepared, and strive to destroy Wancheng's city defenses within twelve hours. Next, prepare for the position transfer. There is no problem with the company's ballista vehicles, but some adjustments may be needed for the thunderbolt vehicles to enter the city.
You all must prepare in advance, and don’t rush in and affect the progress of the army’s siege.”
"Here." The generals responded loudly, turned around and walked out.
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Wei Ba came to Li Yan's tent. Li Yanzheng was discussing with Meng Da, Ma Di and others. When he saw Wei Ba coming in, he quickly waved and said: "Ziyu, sit here."
Wei Ba smiled and said, "No, there are all elders here. I can just accompany the last one. General, Sima Yi has received a letter. He wants to negotiate." The more polite Li Yan is to him, the more attention he will receive. He doesn't want to
Become the target of public criticism.
As Wei Ba spoke, he handed over Sima Yi's letter. Li Yan looked at Wei Ba in surprise, took the letter, glanced at it quickly, and then pondered for a moment: "Ziyu, how are you going to deal with it?"
"Sima Yi is an old fox with a keen sense of smell. He wants to negotiate, so he obviously smells something." Wei Ba said with a smile: "We might as well take advantage of his vigilance to undermine the morale of the Wei army."
Ma Di also read Sima Yi's letter, and after hearing Wei Ba's words, he also echoed: "Ziyu is right, this is a good opportunity. Back then, Sima Yi used Sun Quan's letter to strengthen the morale of the Wei army in Fan City. Today, we will use
His letter was used to undermine the morale of the Wei army, which can be regarded as treating the other person in his own way."
Li Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, laughed, and nodded slowly.
Li Yan immediately sent an envoy to shout at the city gate, saying with great fanfare that he would respond to Sima Yi's invitation to negotiate. When the envoy shouted this under the city, all the Wei soldiers on the city knew about it, some were shocked, and some were secretly happy. Sima Yi
When I heard the news, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Not only that, Li Yan also sent someone to Ye County with Sima Yi's letter and reported the matter to Lu Xun. Lu Xun understood this and sent someone to Kunyang and said to Zhang He, you see, General Hussar is going to negotiate.
Would you like to sit down and talk too? If you give Kunyang to us, we will let you retreat safely.
Of course Zhang He would not believe this nonsense, but it was good news that Sima Yi wanted to negotiate with the Shu Han people and divide Nanyang. He immediately sent someone to deliver the news to Luoyang.
While this was being done, the battle to attack Wancheng began.
In the southwest corner of Wancheng, thousands of soldiers boarded the mound, with flags fluttering and preparing for battle. A series of ballistas were ready to go. Behind the mound, the counterweight boxes of the thunderbolt chariot positions were hung high, and the wooden tips were stretched.
Tightly packed, the stone bullets lay quietly in the basket, waiting for the attack to begin. Next to each Pili car there was a track built with two logs, and each car was loaded with stone bullets and large pottery bullets.
The car parked quietly on the track.
Although it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, the gunners and loaders were all shirtless, showing their strong muscles. They kept moving their arms because they knew that when the battle started soon, they would have no time to relax.
Wei Ba stood on the hillside, looking at the thunderbolt chariots and catapults lined up under the hillside, as if he saw the artillery positions in the firearms age, and his heart was filled with pride. Sima Yi, three days? I don't need three days to break Wancheng.
A messenger rushed up the hillside, ran to Wei Ba, knelt down on one leg, and said loudly: "General Zhennan, General Hussar ordered the attack!"
"Got it." Wei Ba responded and waved his hand: "Blow the drum and start attacking!"
The messenger waved the colorful flag and issued the order.
Twenty drummers raised their thick arms and beat the cowhide drum as tall as a person.
"Dong Dong! Dong Dong! Dong Dong!" The powerful sound of war drums echoed over the battlefield. Although the rhythm was slow, it heralded the coming of the storm.
A loud shout came: "Perak Armor Camp, prepare -"
"Perak B Camp, prepare -"
"..."
All the gunners squatted slightly, raised the wooden hammers in their hands, gritted their teeth, stared at the lock, raised their ears, and waited for the attack order to begin.
When the news of the preparations of each battalion reached the central army, Wei Ba raised his hand and pointed forward slightly. In an instant, the originally low and gentle sound of the war drums changed, and all the drummers waved their arms with all their strength, like a strong wind. The beating of war drums was like rain, and the sound of the drums was like a frenzy, like a huge wave, rushing towards Wancheng.
More than a thousand Thunderbolt vehicles began to roar.
"Boom!" The wooden hammer in the gunner's hand drew an arc and hit the lock hard. The lock was released, the heavy weight box sank suddenly, and the thick wooden tip suddenly rotated, dragging The long net basket was thrown up into the sky. The stone bullets in the net basket whizzed away, cut through the sky, and rushed towards Wancheng.
"Whoosh whoosh!" The sound of breaking through the air could be heard endlessly.
Hundreds of stone bullets gathered into an arrow-shaped black shadow in the air and flew towards the watchtower in the southwest corner of Wancheng.
The Wei soldiers on the enemy tower looked at the rapidly flying stone bullets and were stunned.
"Boom!" A stone bullet hit the wall of the enemy tower. The wall made a loud noise, shook violently, and dust fell in a puff.
"Boom!" A stone bullet grazed the eaves of the watchtower, and half of the roof flew into the sky.
"Boom!" A stone bullet hit a pillar. The pillar broke with a crisp sound, and the roof tiles fell down with a crackle.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Countless stone bullets flew towards the enemy tower, one after another, hitting the walls, battlements, roofs and wooden pillars of the enemy tower.
In a moment, hundreds of stone bullets hit the enemy tower. Under the horrified gaze of Wei Jun, the enemy tower was trembling, groaning, shaking, and collapsing. It was hit by continuous stone bullets at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was beaten into a pile of ruins, and countless pieces of wood and tiles were smashed and flew down the city wall. The Wei soldiers hiding in the enemy tower were panicked. Some cried out among the rubble, and some rushed out from inside. He ran wildly along the city wall, and was immediately hit by a whizzing stone bullet and fell off the city wall.
Blood flew in the air, screams echoed in the air, and in a moment, Wancheng became a hell on earth.