Chapter 159 What is This Show Called? (1/2)
Chapter 159 – What is This Show Called?
10 AM.
The scout rushed to the north wall. He knelt down and presented a report to Han Fu.
”Reporting! The messenger from Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun Army has approached us! They are saying that they will arrive here in 40 days, but their cavalries will be here in 7 days!”
Hearing that he also had a reinforcement, Han Fu laughed.
”HAHAHA! Those stupid rebels have no chance against us! Well, they won't get their turn anyway because we'll probably kill all of them before they even have arrived!”
”You're corrected, my lord. They won't have a chance.” Xin Ping agreed.
”Well, since the Imperial Force are coming. How about we prepare a banquet to welcome them.”
”A brilliant idea, my lord!”
”Hahaha!”
Both of them had not realized this, the soldiers on the wall snuck glances at them with mocking eyes.
…
Ju Shou also received the same news. Instead of worrying, he gazed toward the direction of Tong Army in astonishment.
'What a timing. One of the generals should also come here with the Imperial cavalries. With an extra general and troops from the Capital City, Zhang He will not succeed.'
'If Zhang Tong's forces were slower than this for a few more days, we won't have a chance to rebel even if we want to.'
'Well, I have to act too, or else, I'll be killed along with those morons.'
Ju Shou walked toward the reserve soldiers. He called the commanding officers for an important meeting.
'Time for a little bribe and a little coaxing.'
…
Zhang He stood on the wall, watching the dust from the distance. From the textbooks he studied, it was a sign of an army approaching.
He walked toward Han Fu and Xin Ping. Glancing around, he found out that all civil officers who supported Han Fu were there as well. It seemed they believed that Tong's defeat was certain.
”Oh, Junyi! You're not with your troops?” Han Fu asked.
”I probably won't need to. I'll be watching the show here with my lord.”
”Hahaha! Good! Let's enjoy the show then.”
”By the way, my lord, do you want to know what this show is called?”
”Oh! Do you want to name this event? Hmm … I think it should be called 'Zhang Tong's Grave'!” Xin Ping, who was listening to the side, chimed in.
Han Fu laughed. ”I think it should be called 'Han Fu's Brilliant Military Might'!”
Zhang He did not speak further. He smiled and pretended to watch the incoming troops, but his attention was on the officers besides Han Fu.
'That guy was on our side. That too. Well, 9 of 10 guards were with us.'
'I have to wait for Ju Shou first. I hope he can finish his task over there quickly.'
'Two or three hours should be enough to conquer the reserve troops.'
…
1 PM
Tong Army of 25,000 men formed up ranks, watching the gigantic grey stone walls and red gate in front of them from a distance. The ”Han” surname flags of Han Fu fluttered by the wind, and his soldiers on the wall were staring at Tong's soldiers.
”The soldiers are not in the condition to fight. Are we really doing this?”
”Just do it.”
”We haven't even crafted ladders and catapults…”
”Just do it.”
”…”
”Just freaking do it!”
Jia Xu was bossing Tong as if he was his mother.
Tong had unloaded armors and weapons for the soldiers this morning. They dressed up properly and formed a battle formation, ready to move to the city.
However, they were not in the right shape. The marathon in the past few days took a toll on their mentality and their physical strength.
Jia Xu did not care about the army condition. He wanted them to approach the wall without a siege weapon.
Such action would be considered a suicide by all. They could not attack the garrisoning soldiers with only spears and swords, even repeating crossbows would still be disadvantageous against archers on the walls.
Yet…
”Fine. SOUND THE WAR DRUM!”
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
Though exhausted, the soldiers took out their crossbows and move forward.
…
On top of the wall.
Hearing the war drums from Tong's troops, Zhang He turned his head and smiled at Han Fu and Xin Ping. The time had run out, he had to act before Tong's troops could reach the walls.
”Remember my last question? My Lord, Sir Xin Ping?”
”Yes?”
”Hmm?”
”About the name of the show.”
”What's wrong with it? Isn't it obvious that Zhang Tong will die here? The name is irrelevant anyway. If there is one, it will be our lord's military might!” Xin Ping complained in a sour mood.
Zhang He laughed. His eyes turned cold, and his killing intent exploded out. He unsheathed his sword on his waist and stabbed it through the gab of Xin Ping's armor. The blade pierced through his lung.