This lousy old man surnamed Fan is so annoying, and he has nothing to do, so Jing grabs him and asks what to do?

The mat under Lu Bu's buttocks was not even hot when he was called by the old man.

He didn't say anything on his face, but he had already scolded Fan Zeng a hundred and eighty times in his heart.

Nai He was stared at by the scorching eyes of the two of them. It was difficult for him to ride a tiger. Since he couldn't bear his face, he only began to search his stomach and belly with a deep face, thinking of something nonsense to get through.

If it was him, other than fighting until one party ran out of food and grass, what other way would he have to "force" the insider out as soon as possible?

Lu Bu frowned, thinking hard.

However, what came to his mind next was not the majestic gesture he used to successfully "force" the enemy out of the city, but... what those old, cunning old opponents did to him, making him embarrassed A ruthless move to run around.

He had never been besieged the city many times at all, and he had been besieged a lot according to the city.

It is nothing more than an attack of fire and water, an enemy within an enemy, or a war of humiliation.

There are no rivers everywhere, and the weather is dry, so a water attack is impossible.

Fire attack?

Even more innocent people will be burned to death before Zhang Er's army is "forced" out, and a good Linzi city will also be destroyed.

To save trouble for a while, and to rebuild the city after the war, the most troublesome thing is not the Chu army himself?

The enemy is the enemy... At this time, those who are still surrounding Zhang Er are either loyal cronies or Qi Min who can't help themselves.

The incompetent old brother Han Xin and the fox have eyes, how can they use it out of thin air.

This is not the case, and that is not the case, only the best scolding remains.

Sending people up to the gate of the city every day to scold them is as ugly as it sounds. Even if Zhang Erzhen is determined to be a shrewd bastard and refuses to come out after scolding the ancestral tomb, at least he can have a good time on his tongue, and it can also make the opposing army frustrated.

only……

Lu Bu glanced at the dignified and noble Han Wang, who was sitting upright.

That's it.

He pouted, dismissing the idea without a second thought.

He didn't know where he was, but Xiang Yu, a nobleman who was always on the air all the time, behaved with dignity and uprightness, and was a stubborn bull who didn't even bother to touch the four characters "the soldier never tires of deceit".

How could this act of scolding be effective, but without grace at all!

Seeing that there were no clues in his mind, Lu Bu had a straight face, and was worried, when a flash of lightning flashed across his mind.

As soon as he started playing, he vaguely felt that the situation of this ear sitting in a troubled city seemed somewhat familiar.

At first, he just thought that he was reminded of his unfortunate memory of the time when he was trapped in Xiapi City, and deliberately did not think about it.

But after thinking about it for a while, it is clearly the situation in front of this fool when he was under Gaixia!

Lu Bu suddenly had an idea, he raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were bright, and he went straight to Xiang Hanzi, who had deep eyes, and shouted, "Your Majesty, Bu has a plan to offer!"

It's already night.

The moon's "color" is desolate and clear, and the night ink is rich. Although there is an evening breeze, Zhang Er is still unable to sleep at night, and is very depressed.

Seeing the passage of time, not only did the fighting spirit of the soldiers under his command diminish, but even his most loyal cronies became more and more anxious.

In contrast, the Chu army outside the city has always been a scene of good food and strong morale...

After the winter really begins, if he can't wait for the turn of the Chu army to withdraw from the encirclement and retreat, the food in his city will be exhausted.

At that time, the soldiers will be exhausted and have little food, and there will be no cold clothes to supply.

But he has been struggling to this day, how could he want to sit still and be captured?

Zhang Er didn't feel sleepy, so he didn't waste time tossing and turning on the couch. Instead, he put on his coat and headed towards the city wall against the cool night.

The guards on duty on the city wall were all starving, and their eyes were at a loss.

Seeing that the Lord General came here silently, they were only stunned and then saluted in a muffled voice, respectfully yielding to the side, and there was no more reaction.

Zhang Er had a heavy heart, leaning on the stone brick, looking out into the distance of Wu Mengmeng.

Looking at the endless plain, countless military tents were stationed neatly, and at this moment, the faint moonlight was shining, and the Linzi city was surrounded by water.

If you look closely, you can also see dark silhouettes with torches, patrolling in an orderly manner.

The lonely city of Linzi is in it, like a dead leaf in the heart of the river.

Zhang Er looked up from a distance, stared at the hazy but eye-catching firelights, and was dazed.

It wasn't until he shivered from the colder night wind that he woke up.

Go back.

Zhang Er was full of frustration and staggered down the city wall.

As a result, only a few steps down, suddenly bursts of singing came from a distance!

The singing was only a faint soft sound at first, rippling with the wind.

However, within a few breaths of time, more and more people joined the singing, and it became resounding in the four fields, and penetrated into the ears of the people of Linzi City.

The sleepy person wakes up in confusion, and the awake person bursts into tears.

Qi Bing, who was temporarily requisitioned, looked blank. They didn't understand Zhao dialect. They could only hear the singing loud and mournful.

However, the Zhao soldiers who have followed Zhang Er for many years, survived the previous fierce battle and escaped here, and have been trapped for several months, how could they not be able to distinguish the familiar accent?

They only listened to it for a while, and then they were aroused by homesickness, and before the road was boundless, life and death were unknown, and they were about to cry.

I don’t know who started the song and sang first, and within a moment, all the Zhao soldiers who were awake in Linzi City were full of depression and tears, and they couldn’t help but sing in harmony!

For a while, the sad and sad Zhao Ge rang out in all directions, and the cries mixed in it were also clearly audible.

One after another, it has long been unclear which originates from the Chu army camp and which originates from the Zhao soldiers in the city.

Zhang Er lost his color in shock.

Even though his first thought was that Chu Jun deliberately used a trick to "disturb" his military heart, a terrifying thought appeared in his subconscious that he couldn't believe.

——How could so many Zhao soldiers suddenly appear in the Chu camp?

Zhang Er was horrified and startled, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that the people of Chu have already conquered the land of Zhao!"

He is not a native of Zhao, but he has ruled Zhao land for a long time, and he regards it as the last retreat, and his feelings are extraordinary.

The shock was so heavy that when he was talking to himself, he carelessly forgot to lower his voice, so that the attendants on the left and right could hear it clearly.

As soon as he heard that even the king knew that he was at the end of the road, and that he had lost his hometown as the last barrier, the dejected people could no longer maintain their composure, and burst into tears, unable to hold the weapons in their hands.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Er couldn't help but sighed up to the sky and was speechless for a long time.

That day, the Allied forces caught Xiang Yu by surprise, went down to three places in a row, and slaughtered the land of Chu, still vividly remembered.

How could he misunderstand his kung fu, that is, the situation was getting worse and worse, and he was in a situation where he was alone and without help?

He couldn't think clearly, and he had no time to think clearly.

Zhang Er silently returned to the house, ignoring the desolate Zhao Ge around him, and without the heart to encourage the soldiers who were crying like rain, he dispatched many scouts to inquire about the status of the control of each city gate.

After listening to it, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart—perhaps because the south gate was facing the land of Chu, the guards of the Chu army there were the most empty, with only more than a thousand people.

Zhang Er really didn't want to believe that Zhao Dizhen had fallen into the hands of the Chu army.

For the last bit of luck, he was determined to leave this isolated city, streamline his followers, and break through the north at night.

Even if Zhao Di was really lost and he really wanted to die, he would not want to be buried in a foreign land, and would rather die on the way back to his hometown Liangdi.

So after a stick of incense, the battle drums at the north gate were roaring, and the momentum was loud. The Zhao soldiers in the city seemed to have lost their minds and wanted to break out of the siege, which immediately attracted the attention of the besieging Chu soldiers.

While the Chu soldiers were gathering towards the north gate, Zhang Er, who was covered by the moon's "color", broke through the south gate with the help of the two hundred dead soldiers who finally followed him.

The more than a thousand Chu soldiers at the south gate seemed to be concerned about the movement of the north gate. They were completely unprepared for Zhang Er's group who suddenly rushed out. Most of them were cavalry soldiers who only had time to copy their weapons but did not have time to mount their horses.

After chasing dozens of paces in vain, they could only watch helplessly as they ran further and further away.

Although Zhang Er knew that he was in a miserable situation, seeing that this plan was carried out so smoothly, he still felt a little smug in his heart.

——Xiang borrowed the common man, in the end he didn't know the strategy.

Chu Jun's seemingly airtight siege, but he can easily escape with a little trick.

Zhang Er was too busy to take care of himself, and of course he couldn't control the 200,000 soldiers who were left in the city with no fighting spirit and were ready to turn against him.

If Hengzhu couldn't catch him, he would use Xiangjian's pretentious behavior recently, in order to demonstrate hypocrisy, most likely would not kill the prisoner's "sex".

Zhang Er let out a long sigh.

It doesn't look like him, once captured, he will surely die.

The wind is cold and the night is sad.

Zhang Er and his group, who were galloping intently and fleeing on this vast plain, their hearts were beating like a drum, and the tragic screams and killings echoed in their ears, but they never dared to look back.

Fearing that the effort to turn back would delay the opportunity to escape, the Chu army, who was aware of the dynamics of the South Gate, would catch up.

What Zhang Er didn't know was that if he really turned his head, he would see a terrifying scene that would tear people's hearts apart—

I don't know since when, behind his queue, there are two tall and tall figures in black and one white.

Like a ghost, it is always attached to the back.

Different from Zhang Er and his party, who urged the car to gallop and flee for their lives, Lu Bu and Xiang Yu, who were chasing after them, obviously had spare energy, and they were as leisurely as cats and mice.

Lu Bu's riding skills are superb, so how could he be afraid of how easily his tongue could be hurt by the bumps on the horse's back?

It turned out that Zhao Ge of Chu Ying, who had caused the heartbreak of the army in Linzi City just now, was the result of Lu Bu's flash of inspiration.

He took the desperate situation of 'embarrassed on all sides' encountered by this unfortunate fool in history, and applied it to the Linzi guards who were in a similar situation. It was so useful!

It turned out that Lu Bu's plan was to send someone to find out the Zhao soldiers who had been incorporated into the Chu army, and to call a clever staff member to compose a song of Zhao. , and let the generals and soldiers learn to sing now.

That's where the four wild grief-stricken, heartbroken, miserable tears, Zhao Ge of all sides with no morale left after that.

——Only a person as smart as Lao Tzu can learn and use it to the fullest!

The corners of Lu Bu's lips twitched, his lower jaw was raised unconsciously, and he looked at Xiang Yu with his eyebrows dancing, his eyes shining brightly, and his desire for praise was clear at a glance.

Even those who are as slow as Xiang Yu can see Ai Jiang's straightforward and lovely thoughts thoroughly.

Xiang Yu bent the corners of his lips unconsciously, and gentle ripples appeared in his heavy pupils.

When looking at the love general, he has always been clumsy and clumsy, and after a lot of searching, he really slowly opened his mouth and praised: "Feng Xian is really clever and clever, and he has a lot of ingenious strategies. The crowd."

The corners of Lu Bu's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was actually slightly hot.

...how could this idiot, who is always so stupid, know how to say nice things?

Suddenly "Lu" showed a convincing expression, and when he praised his cleverness, it made him feel uncomfortable.

It would be better to praise Wushuang Wushuang and make him feel more comfortable.

After Xiang Yu complimented these few words, he silently waited for the reaction from the general.

The clinker love will just purse his lips and look away, and inexplicably shake his head forcefully.

Xiang Yu's eyes were "dew" and "confused".

Love will... what is this for?

Before Xiang Yu fell into deep thought, Lu Bu suddenly pointed his whip straight ahead, raised his eyebrows, and challenged him arrogantly: "Your Majesty, would you like to have a contest with Bu to see who takes off the head on the ear first?"

Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment, quietly looking at the high-spirited love general.

In the usually deep and indifferent heavy pupil, at this moment, there is the "color" of the moon flowing like water, and the starlight is scattered.

After a while, Xiang Yu chuckled lightly, and replied happily, "Why not?"