Three Kingdoms, I'm really not a general!

Chapter 65: Tired Soldiers Strategy
Three days.

Three full days.

Xing Daorong locked himself in the big tent and pondered deeply.

Bao Long was worried about the general's condition and went to see him twice, but was kicked out each time.

He knew that the general was trying to find a solution, and he was very anxious when he saw that he could not help.

If brains aren't enough, you can only make do with force.

On the one hand, Bao Long was very worried, but on the other hand, he couldn't help, so he simply stood in front of Xing Daorong's tent and watched over the tent for Xing Daorong to avoid being disturbed by others and to make himself feel at ease.

After three days, when Xing Daorong came out of the tent, he saw that it was Bao Long who was watching over the tent for him. He immediately knew what was going on.

Without saying much, he just patted Bao Long on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work these days."

When Bao Long heard Xing Daorong's understanding, he was immediately touched and said, "It's not hard. General, you've worked hard. I don't have any calculation ability, so I can't really help. I can only do these physical work."

Xing Daorong listened and smiled, "It's OK as long as you can do physical work! But in the next few days, we will have to work harder."

After hearing this, Bao Long knew that Xing Daorong already had a solution.

He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, General. We will go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, even if it is hard. If you have any errands, just leave it to me."

Xing Daorong asked Bao Long to find Huang Zhong and Xi Zhen.

After everyone sat down, they started talking about their ideas.

But Xing Daorong said: "The soldiers of Nanzheng have not been in battle for a long time. Although they know that the enemy is right in front of them, they are still inexperienced and easily let their guard down."

"In this case, we must make them feel that this war... is easy to fight!"

"I want to tire out the troops, so that the soldiers in the city will be slack, and then I can attack the city in one fell swoop!"

As soon as Xing Daorong finished speaking, several people immediately became interested.

After listening to Xing Daorong's explanation, everyone felt that this strategy was feasible.

After discussing this for several hours, they began to act according to the plan.

The defenders of Nanzheng naturally knew that Liu Bei's troops were outside.

Although there haven't been any wars in recent years, the enemies are outside the city, and even a fool knows that they have to be more careful.

Therefore, there is no need for mobilization in the past few days, and everyone is in a very practical spirit.

Even when night fell, everyone's eyes were wide open, fearing that something unexpected would happen.

And tonight.
The lights outside Nanzheng City were exceptionally bright.

"Enemy attack!"

"It's an enemy attack!"

When the defenders on the city saw that something was wrong, they immediately started shouting.

Everyone looked alert, waiting for a bloody battle!
Even Zhang Lu was awakened from his dream, ran to the city wall, and shouted everywhere.

"Archers! Archers! Get ready!"

"Strong men! Get on the tower!"

"Everyone! Get up to the city wall!"

"Where is General Zhang Wei?"

It’s not that they were in a panic, but seeing that Liu Bei was ready for a decisive battle, there were naturally calls of help from people in Nanzheng City.

In a short while, all the sleeping soldiers were pulled up and piled on the city wall, watching Liu Bei's troops from afar.

In the firelight, it was not clear who the leading general was.

However, even though we can see who is leading the team, we can see that the soldiers coming to attack the city don't seem to have any intention of moving.

After a while, the leading general shouted towards the tower: "Zhang Lu, I didn't scold you enough in broad daylight, are you coming to the city now? I, Bao Long, have something else to say."

"Ahem. Zhang Lu! You are greedy and tyrannical, harming the people and oppressing the people. You have taken advantage of corruption to gain a fake position, and you have carried golden chariots and jades, and sent goods to powerful families, overturning important objects. You are truly... You are truly an ugly eunuch, without any virtue, cunning and aggressive, and you enjoy chaos and rejoice in misfortune. You are a monster in the world!"

"Eh... Anyway, you have a face like a devil and a heart as poisonous as a snake or scorpion. You deserve to be punished by God!"

"Why not give up the throne to Yang Song? I heard that he is a great sage of the time and can handle this task!"

Zhang Lu could tell that Bao Long's two sentences were in completely different styles.

The first paragraph seemed more like someone else had written it for him, and he just read it.

However, it is obvious that Bao Long's literary skills are not very good, and he reads the book with a stumbling block. But this is not important, what is important is
You made such a big fuss late at night, just to scold me?
Also moving out Yang Song?
What is he doing!

Zhang Lu was about to fight back, but he saw the flames below the city gradually fade away, so he went back.

I was wondering what Xing Daorong was up to.

Fearing a counterattack from the enemy, Zhang Lu stayed on the city wall for another half an hour, until he saw that the enemy really had stopped coming and it was almost dawn, then he went back to sleep.

He just lay back on the familiar couch, but Zhang Lu couldn't fall asleep at all.

All that filled his mind was the image of the flames rising to the sky below the city wall and the scolding words that Bao Long had said to him.

Zhang Lu was so bored that he decided not to sleep.

I asked someone to get me a pot of wine to help me calm down.

Generally speaking, Taoists in the Han Dynasty were still allowed to drink alcohol, but they could not drink too much, and certainly not get drunk.

Zhang Lu was the grandson of Zhang Daoling, the founder of Taoism, and the master of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect, so naturally he could not take the lead in violating the rules.

But the hustle and bustle tonight was so intense that Zhang Lu couldn't help but indulge himself a little.

Zhang Lu can indulge himself, but others cannot.

A group of soldiers stayed up all night on the city wall. When dawn came, they could not bear it any longer and quickly changed shifts and went to sleep.

Just as they left, Huang Zhong came with his troops.

The spirited soldiers saw that this time they had even brought the ladder with them, and it was clear that they were serious about this!

He immediately shouted loudly, asking the people around him to cheer up.

In fact, they didn't need to shout, because Huang Zhong under the city had already started beating the drum and marching forward.

"It's time for this!"

Just when all the defenders were ready and mentally prepared, they found that they could only hear the sound but not see the person!
Huang Zhong wandered around and laughed, "I heard that your army didn't sleep well last night, so I came here today to beat the drums to cheer you up!"

Wicked!
It's really immoral!
Soldiers of all ages on the city wall were cursing loudly and wanted to dig up Huang Zhong's ancestral graves to prevent such a wicked person from living in the world.

But scolding won’t kill anyone, and Huang Zhong didn’t care about the curses of these soldiers at all.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, he commanded his troops to return leisurely.

This happened every once in a while, with Bao Long, Huang Zhong and Xing Daorong taking turns to go into battle every night. After quite a while, the soldiers in Nanzheng city could no longer bear it.

Not to mention these soldiers, even Zhang Wei couldn't bear it.

I almost fell asleep while standing on the city wall that day and almost fell off the city wall.

I thought this was not a solution, so I quickly thought of a way to deal with it.

...

"Master, if we continue like this, it will not work. The soldiers are exhausted. How can we fight the enemy?"

What Zhang Wei said made some sense, and Zhang Lu also knew that this would not work.

It’s just a little tiring, but at least we have to hold off the enemy first.

Rubbing his brows, Zhang Lu said, "Hold on for a few more days. I think Liu Bei's army can't stay here forever."

"As long as we hold the city wall, Liu Bei will return sooner or later. Then we can sleep with him for three days and three nights."

Zhang Lu’s meaning was clear: he had to hold on even if it meant resisting.

Yan Pu was standing nearby.

He had seen the status of the defenders on the city wall.

I can't bear it any longer.

He stepped forward and suggested, "Master, since Xing Daorong has divided his troops to harass, let's also divide our troops to guard it. When the enemy soldiers come, just tell the soldiers on duty to guard the city well, and the soldiers who are resting to rest well."

"Send one or two more scouts to watch Liu Bei's camp day and night. As long as a large number of troops remain in it, we will know that they are coming to harass us, and there is no need to worry."

"It doesn't matter how Xing Daorong harasses me."

"As time goes by, Xing Daorong will retreat when he sees that he is useless."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lu looked at his brother Zhang Wei again. Seeing that he looked exhausted, he finally nodded.

(End of this chapter)