sovbooks Chapter 221 Feigning an attack on his own people, Wang Li moves into City Tower No. 9!
Chapter 221 Feigning an attack on his own people, Wang Li moves into City Tower No. 9!
"What?"
This news was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads, extinguishing the flames of victory in everyone's hearts.
Fang Kui's face turned deathly pale!
He suddenly turned to Zhang Fan, who, after the previous battles, already regarded Zhang Fan as a god.
But at this moment, his voice still carried a hint of panic:
"Immortal Master! What... what should we do?"
He pointed to the low-lying No. 9 city gate and said very quickly:
"The city walls here are low and offer no natural defenses!"
"Our army numbers less than a thousand, while the enemy has twice our numbers!"
"To hold out by force is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock; it's bound to fail!"
"But if we try to escape... we're already being chased, our speed advantage is completely gone, where can we possibly escape to?"
"If they catch up with us in the wild, our small force won't be enough to withstand their onslaught!"
"Are we...are we...in dire straits?"
His words echoed the sentiments of all the soldiers.
The soldiers looked at each other, their smiles frozen in place.
All eyes instinctively turned to Zhang Fan.
He is the only hope!
However, Zhang Fan showed no panic in the face of this certain death.
He didn't answer Fang Kui's question, but instead turned his head to look at Mo Feng, who had just made a great contribution.
He asked a seemingly unrelated question:
"Ink Wind".
"exist!"
Zhang Fan's tone was as calm as still water:
"How many enemy uniforms do we still have?"
Mo Feng was taken aback, but quickly recovered and replied loudly:
"Reporting to the Immortal Master!"
"We just unearthed... over two hundred complete sets of Wang Lijun's military uniforms and armor!"
"good!"
Zhang Fan immediately gave the order; his voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Immediately dispatch two hundred men to don enemy uniforms!"
"Led by Fang Kui, immediately ascend the city wall and assume a full defensive posture!"
He then pointed to Mo Feng and the remaining troops:
"The rest of you, follow me and Mo Feng, form up in formation below the city walls, and launch a feigned attack on City Wall Number Nine!"
"Remember, make a big show of it, but don't exhaust yourself!"
Everyone was stunned when the order was given.
They put their own men in enemy uniforms to defend the city, while sending another group of their own men to attack it.
What kind of operation is this?
Fang Kui looked even more puzzled and was about to ask a question.
However, before he could even ask a question!
Zhang Fan had already leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words quickly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Fang Kui's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment.
He stood there, stunned, his mouth slightly open.
A few breaths later, the shock was instantly replaced by ecstasy!
The way he looked at Zhang Fan started to become smug!
"Master's plan is brilliant! I'll take care of it right away!"
He clasped his hands in excitement, his voice trembling.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around to select manpower, his movements swifter and more decisive than ever before.
Not long after!
The most bizarre scene since the start of the military exercise unfolded on Gate Tower No. 9.
Two hundred soldiers, dressed in Wang Lijun uniforms, hurriedly climbed the city wall under the leadership of Fang Kui.
Swords are drawn, bows are nocked, and all is ready for battle!
Below the city wall, Zhang Fan and Mo Feng, leading the remaining seven hundred men, were shouting battle cries that shook the heavens and the earth.
They launched wave after wave of "fierce attacks" on the city wall in a pretentious manner!
On the city floor.
They are our own people wearing Wang Lijun's uniform!
Below the city gate, comrades were shouting and pretending to attack the city.
This comical yet tense scene felt incredibly surreal to all the soldiers involved.
at the same time.
Ten miles behind.
Wang Li's army was like an enraged beast; though exhausted, their morale remained high.
Just then.
A scout rode up at full speed to Wang Li, his face beaming with joy:
"Report! General! Enemy sighting ahead!"
"Zhang Fan's main force is launching a fierce attack on City Tower No. 9!"
"What?"
Wang Li reined in his horse, and a surge of joy welled up inside him. "Hahaha! Good! Excellent!"
He excitedly said to his deputy, Fang Jie, beside him:
"Has Zhang Fan exhausted all his tricks and is he finally going to confront us head-on?"
"Who does he think he is?"
"Without heavy weaponry! A mere few hundred men think they can storm the walls of my Great Qin? Utterly foolish!"
A glint flashed in Wang Li's eyes:
"His attack on Tower Number Nine will inevitably drain his strength, and his soldiers will be exhausted!"
"Our troops are also exhausted, but our numbers outnumber theirs!"
"This is a golden opportunity!"
Lieutenant Fang Jie glanced at the darkening sky and stepped forward.
He cautiously suggested:
"General, it's getting late!"
"The soldiers have been pursuing us since morning, and they are exhausted and their horses are worn out."
"It would be safer to rest here for a while and then wipe them out once we have recovered our strength."
"rest?"
Wang Li immediately denied it.
He pointed his riding whip towards the direction of the ninth city gate tower ahead and shouted loudly to the entire army:
"Soldiers! Listen to me!"
"That evil Taoist priest Zhang Fan is attacking the city!"
"This is the perfect opportunity for him, when his troops are exhausted and have no time to spare!"
"We just need to give it our all and charge forward in one go!"
"By coordinating with the city's defenders from within and without, we can surely annihilate them in one fell swoop!"
He emphasized his words and drew a big picture:
"Defeat Zhang Fan, and City Tower Nine will be ours!"
"By then, we'll have city walls, camps, and a good night's sleep!"
"All troops, advance at full speed! Whoever captures Zhang Fan alive will be rewarded with one hundred gold pieces!"
Exhausted from a long day, the group was eager to see the enemy crushed under their feet and then get some rest.
A flame instantly reignited in his eyes!
The desire for victory and the longing for rest became their final motivation!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The roars of nearly two thousand people converged into a torrent, rushing towards Gate Tower No. 9 at full speed.
……
Below Gate Tower No. 9.
Zhang Fan was leisurely taking a handful of bean feed from his horse bag and feeding it to his warhorse.
It was as if the deafening shouts of battle were merely the lively atmosphere of a distant temple fair, and had nothing to do with him.
Mo Feng quickly ran to his side and pointed to the southwest, saying:
"Immortal Master, Wang Li's army has surrounded us!"
"The distance is less than five li!"
Five li is a distance for infantrymen on a forced march!
It only takes the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
"knew!"
Zhang Fan nodded, his face expressionless, as if he had everything under control.
He turned around and immediately gave the order:
"Cease the attack! All troops retreat north!"
"Remember, maintain formation, move at a moderate pace, so the enemy can see you but can't catch you!"
"yes!"
At a single command, the army, whose battle cries shook the heavens, quickly disengaged from the fight like a receding tide!
They retreated in an orderly fashion towards the northern mountains and forests.
Almost at the same time as their retreat, Wang Li's scouts also rode back to report.
"General! Zhang Fanjun... Zhang Fanjun has retreated!"
"They ran north!"
"And incredibly fast! Without the slightest sign of fatigue!"