Fu Li Sai, third day, morning.

The soldiers of the Song Dynasty on the top of the city ran in panic and came outside the bedroom of the hungover King Yan of Song Dynasty. They shouted loudly: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"The Chu army under the city has taken action!"

The door was pushed open with a bang. Zi Yan was shirtless, revealing all his tendons. His eyes were red, as if he had just been awakened.

"Let's go and have a look!" King Yan of Song Dynasty spoke concisely and to the point, and while putting on his armor, he went straight to the city.

On top of the city, more than twenty generals from the Song Dynasty had all arrived and were discussing in low voices.

"What's going on?" Song Wang Yan strode over and asked in a deep voice.

“Reporting to your Majesty—the Chu army’s camp is moving, and they seem to be planning to attack the city!” Zhong Zheng, the defender of Fuli Fortress, said with his hands raised.

King Yan of Song Dynasty stood at the top of the city and took a closer look——

I saw that the Chu army camp, which had been silent until now, had its gates wide open today.

The soldiers of the Chu army, dressed in razor-sharp armor, filed out and stood ready.

At the front were two hundred large, strange-looking instruments—Song Wang Yan recognized that these strange-looking things were actually catapults with more complex shapes.

King Yan of the Song Dynasty was stunned: "The Chu army plans to use catapults to break down the city wall?"

He couldn't help laughing: "Stupid! How stupid is that?"

"My Fuli Fortress is so strong, Xiong Wuliang actually wants to use a catapult to knock down the city wall?"

"Hahahaha! Ridiculous!"

The generals of the Song Army couldn't help but nod their heads.

The talisman leaves the barrier and is as solid as gold.

If you want to use a catapult to knock down the city wall, that's a fool's errand - the city wall of Fulisai is no worse than a solid piece of rock.

King Yan of the Song Dynasty asked someone to bring him a seat, and then he actually sat on the tower with leisurely time. Immediately, a general came forward to dissuade him and said: "There are no eyes on the battlefield. Your Majesty is a man of ten thousand gold. Please stay away for now."

Song Wang Yan waved his hand carelessly: "Why are you panicking?"

"I shot the sky and whipped the earth, and despised the ghosts and gods - as a result, even the ghosts and gods were intimidated by me and did not dare to show any signs of my vision."

"This king is my destiny!"

"How can a mere Chu dog's arrow hit the middle man's body?"

When all the Song troops saw King Yan of Song acting like this, their morale was greatly boosted! All the soldiers of the three armies waved their swords and halberds enthusiastically and shouted: "Long live the king!"

"Great Song Dynasty Hegemony! Long live!"

King Yan of the Song Dynasty looked up to the sky and smiled: "Little Xiong Wuliang dares to violate the situation! You are not overestimating your own capabilities!"

"Deliver the order - the soldiers of the three armies boarded the city and prepared to fight with the Chu army!"

The Song army cheered feverishly and swarmed up the city wall, firmly guarding the seat where King Yan of Song was sitting in the middle. Especially those powerful guards of the Song army, all of whose faces were full of ferocity, seemed to be about to rush down in the next second.

Tear Xiong Wuliang's flesh and blood alive.

King Yan of the Song Dynasty looked at Zhao Shu, who was cowering aside, with satisfaction: "Sir, look at the momentum of the three armies of our Great Song Dynasty."

Zhao Shu hesitated for a moment, and then said as a last resort: "Uh... the master of Xionghu is unstoppable."

King Yan of the Song Dynasty smiled with arrogance on his face: "Although Xiong Wuliang has many victories, I now have 80,000 elite soldiers, and I have Fu Li fortress as a barrier..."

"I regard them as those who sell their heads by inserting bids!"

"Today's battle will knock Xiong Wuliang's undefeated reputation off the altar!"

The soldiers of the Song Dynasty were even more excited, roaring chaotically, praising the bravery of the Song army, and mocking the Chu country for overestimating its own capabilities...

…

"What are the people of the Song Dynasty shouting?" Xiong Wuliang frowned, listening to the commotion on Fuli Sai, he listened attentively for a long time, but he didn't understand it very well.

Zhao Hua coughed dryly, considered his words, and then said: "That... seems to be greeting your lord, the female ancestors of the past generations."

Xiong Wuliang was startled, and then he suddenly became angry!

OK.

You're tired of living, right? You're rushing to jump in line and be reincarnated, right?

"Catapults, get ready!" Xiong Wuliang said to Shaohu: "Just wait for me to raise my hands, and then we will launch them together!"

The Prince of Qi on the side looked at the mighty Fu Lisai, and then looked at the Chu army with only 10,000 people... He couldn't help but shook his head secretly——

Two days have passed since the three-day bet.

Today is the last day.

Looking at the frenzied appearance of the Song army on top of the city, even if Xiong Wuliang could really smash down the city wall of Fulisai, he would probably not be able to successfully capture the city despite the desperate fighting of the Song army.

I'm sure to win the bet!

"Ahem, Marquis Quyang——" Tian Di cleared his throat.

"Please don't forget the bet between you and me."

Xiong Wuliang glanced at the field: "Of course I haven't forgotten it."

Tian Di immediately said: "I would like to remind you, you and I have something to say beforehand - if the Chu army still cannot break the city today, I will send this prince back to Qi as a gift."

"The prince was born in the Chu Kingdom's family, and his father, Xiong Wei, was the son of the Chu Kingdom's late king... Shouldn't he deny it?"

Xiong Wuliang was happy.

It seems that my reputation for being unscrupulous has not spread yet.

But today, Fuli Sei is bound to be broken - there is no need to go back on one's word.

"I swear by the reputation of my ancestors and my title that I will keep my word! I will not go back on my word." Xiong Wuliang's voice was solemn and solemn, and his face was full of honesty and reliability.

Innocent Tiandi breathed a sigh of relief.

From the looks of him, Marquis Quyang of Chu State, he is a man of faith who sticks to his word!

That’s good, that’s good!

Tian Di also raised his hand and swore an oath: "In that case, I also swear by the incense of the State of Qi. If the prince can really defeat the city today, I will worship you as my adoptive father!"

Xiong Wuliang glanced at the field evilly.

Tian Di panicked for no reason, feeling as if he had been trapped...

It shouldn't be... right?

Xiong Wuliang turned his head and ordered in a deep voice to Shaohu: "Pass this order to me - launch the catapult!"

…

Large and small clay pots were stacked on catapults.

Following Xiong Wuliang's order, the Chu soldiers controlling the catapult immediately disconnected the counterweight.

With a whistle, the wooden arm of the catapult straightened instantly, and large and small clay pots flew out...

These pottery pots smashed against the city of Fulisai with astonishing accuracy!

King Yan of the Song Dynasty saw the black dots all over the sky rushing towards him. He couldn't help but feel startled and regretted that he had trusted too much - how could these Chu people's catapults be so accurate?

Although it was impossible for this round of volley to bring down the city wall of Fulisai, it was enough to cause heavy casualties to the soldiers of the Song Army who were waiting at the top of the city.

If I had known this, I should have taken shelter behind the city wall.

But...it doesn't matter!

The Song army had 80,000 men, and a small mistake could afford losses.

call out!

Snap!

Dense black dots hit the head of Fuli Sai City and broke into pieces in an instant. The Song Army, who was originally in a panic, was confused for a moment - what's going on with these Chu people? Didn't they throw stone bullets? Throw earthen jars?

Are you sick?

It’s a shame that I scared the labor force just now!

There was a crash, and hundreds of clay pots were shattered on the ground.

The liquid inside splashed out and spread everywhere, covering the entire city.

Many soldiers of the Song Dynasty were splashed by these strange liquids, and they couldn't help but wipe them off strangely - it was slightly sticky and dark in color...

Song Wangyan jumped up suddenly, his face twisted! He turned pale instantly!

He seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, so much so that the lips of this always bold king were trembling slightly at the moment!

"Quick! Back up!"

"It's... it's kerosene!"

"Xiong Wuliang, you are so vicious!"
Chapter completed!