The drums in Qiao Ren's heart were as anxious as raindrops, but the drums outside the city were very soothing, and the steady rhythm was not very exciting, but they hit everyone's hearts. There were no torches outside the city, and it was pitch black. Although Qiao Ren gathered his eyes, he could not see the situation in the distance clearly. He could only see the faint black shadows, knowing that the enemy was setting up a formation, but he didn't know how big the enemy's formation was. The figures mixed with the night, and it was difficult to tell the authenticity. It seemed that even the shadows of the mountain in the distance were shaking.

The slow sound of war drums never stopped, and the faint sound of footsteps never stopped. Qiao Ren felt that his heart was like a big stone, and then another stone was added, and the stone was constantly building up, trying to crush his entire person, the entire city.

The invisible enemy has greater deterrence.

Wei Ba must be pretending to be mysterious, he must be a few people, so he dare not show the torch. Qiao Ren said to himself nervously, and waves of cold sweat emerged from his forehead, and the night wind blew, and his body became cold. He didn't know whether to comfort himself or those around him, but he knew clearly that this was impossible. If he didn't have enough troops, Wei Ba wouldn't have run to the siege overnight, and it would have been just to scare him.

The more he thought so, the greater the psychological pressure of Qiao Ren. He kept walking on the city wall and checked the city defense again. He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and boosted morale loudly. Although his voice was a little trembling, he was still yelling loudly, reminding every soldier to prepare for battle.

However, he became more and more nervous and more nervous as he walked. He found that not only there were enemies in the east, but also in the south and in the west. When he came to the north gate, he was shocked to find that there were also people in the north, and it seemed that there were more, a dark mass, guided by the monotonous drums, mixed with the night to form a large formation that could not be seen.

How many enemies are there? Qiao Ren didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it. Looking at the empty flat ground outside the city, he couldn't breathe.

I don’t know how long it has passed. The drum sound suddenly changed, and the two accents suddenly interrupted the rhythm of how long it has been.

"Dongdong!" Qiao Ren felt that in an instant, his heart seemed unable to bear the huge pressure, and it exploded with the sound of drums and stopped beating. He looked at the boundless darkness, and fear was like a wave that suppressed him.

On the city wall, there was a dead silence, only heavy breathing sounds. All Wu soldiers were strangled by invisible fear, like Qiao Ren. Rumors were like a gust of wind, floating around the city without realizing it. They all knew that the invincible enemy who attacked Chenyang today was the invincible enemy who was like a myth, that man defeated all his enemies, half a year ago. He played with the General of the Assistant State; half a month ago, he defeated the right general, Inner Marshal; five days ago, he killed General Zhennan, Lu Dai; now, he is standing under Chenyang City.

Can Chenyang City stop him from moving forward? No one knows the answer. But they know very well, and they will know the answer soon.

"Raising the fire—" a stern sound suddenly sounded in the darkness, breaking the death-like silence on the city and attracting everyone's attention. Qiao Ren and the soldiers on the city were together, looking at the sound. It was pitch black and they couldn't see what was there, but suddenly, a torch lit up, less than two hundred steps away from them, less than a hundred steps outside the moat.

A torch suddenly appeared in the dark night, like a bright person, tearing through the darkness. The torch swayed in the night wind, as if there was life, jubilation, inspiration, and leaping, as if it was about to break free from the constraints and jump into the sky.

Pulling tightly, two more torches lit up on both sides of the torch, followed by two more, two more.

The torches quickly extended to both sides, and the torches lit up, illuminating the warriors who were fully armed and ready to fight under the torches.

While the torch extends to both sides, it begins to extend far away, from one row to two rows, from two rows to three rows, from three rows to four rows, more and more, and more and more, until the limit of vision.

Just in front of Wu Jun, outside the city, where he had already lost his fingers, changed from a torch to a row of torches, and from a row of torches to countless torches. Countless torches illuminated the sky, illuminated the wilderness outside the city, and illuminated the countless standing warriors in the wilderness.

Qiao Ren was stunned and shocked. He rushed to the city wall, used his eyes to carefully look at the soldiers under the torches. He suspected that these people were not real people at all, but fakes. However, everything he saw made him collapse. Everyone he could see should be real people. Everyone was wearing a standard armor that was almost the same as Wu Jun. Everyone held a torch in one hand and a long sword or spear in the other, and was swaying in a square formation until the sky.

These are tens of thousands of people? Is this really the person Wei Ba brought from Longyantan? Is he really a genius general who can sprinkle beans into soldiers?

Qiao Ren was sweating profusely. He felt his legs were weak and he didn't know how to face all this. He only hoped that the messengers sent out could rush out and send the news of the enemy's besiege to Lu Xun. But he knew very well that Lu Xun was thirty miles away from him, and even if he came to help, he would have to be after dawn.

However, he had no confidence in whether he could last until dawn.

He was stunned by this almost miraculous way of appearing. He looked at the command cart in the enemy formation that was taller than the city wall, and could not understand how the enemy carried such a tall thing to the formation.

Wei Ba stood on the high platform and looked down at Chenyang City. Behind and behind him, there was a sea of ​​torches, and each torch represents a warrior about to take action.

This is the result he hoped to cause, and this is the impression he hoped to give to the Wu army at the top of the city. In fact, every soldier under the city knew that there were only two thousand and three hundred people here, and they were all gathered in the front of the formation. In fact, from the tenth row, they were all dummies made of bamboo strips. In the east and west of the city were farther away from the city, there were almost no real people, except those responsible for lighting the torches.

There was a place where the eyesight was reached. Wei Ba asked many people to verify that at such a long distance, the Wu army on the city wall could not see clearly whether it was a real person or a fake. Because these dummies were wearing authentic Wujun-style armor, and they were also authentic weapons in their hands. These were the spoils won by Wei Ba in previous dynasties, especially after Qingshuitan defeated Wei Jing, he seized a large number of armor, and now it is all used here. The cloth has become a dignified formation of real one, fake nine.

He carefully chose the distance and carefully chose the way to place the torch to ensure that the Wu army on the city cannot tell the truth or falsehood. People have a psychological inertia. When they are sure that the enemy within their eyesight is real, they will accustomed to thinking that the enemy in the distance is also real. What's more, they originally had a psychological foresight, how can they attack the city if the number of people is too small? Since they are here, it is of course true.

This is an adventure, but it is an adventure that is almost perfectly prepared from psychology to details.

Wei Ba sat in this endless formation, as if there were really thousands of troops beside him.

However, this can only deceive the Wu army at the top of the city, but it is not enough to deceive the soldiers under the city. They cannot see the other side of the city wall, and the drama directed by Wei Ba is not over yet.

"Beat the drum and notify reinforcements."

"Here." Wei Xing waved the colorful flags and issued an order. The drummer beat the war drum violently. The sound of the war drum broke through the darkness and rushed into the sky.

In the wilderness north of the city, Zhao Tong sat in a tall command car, closing his eyes to ponder. Heisha, Han Ru stood on both sides of him, looking at him anxiously, and listening to the sound of war drums in the distance from time to time. They all heard the movements in the south of Chenyang City. I don’t know who it was, but I can only wait for Zhao Tong’s decision. They entered the position in the dark, completed the array in the dark, and listened to the sound of war drums in the south of the city. They saw that the sky in the south of the city became brighter from dark, but they could not see the specific situation in the south of the city, and they didn’t even know whether it was an enemy or a companion. There was a fire in the east and west of the city, but it was also too far away. They only saw a torch, but could not see any details.

Zhao Tong stood up and waved his hand: "Rise the fire."

"Sir, are there reinforcements in the south of the city?" Heisha asked nervously.

"It's Wei Shizhong." Zhao Tong said expressionlessly.

"Is it Wei Shizhong?" Heisha was surprised and happy: "His he came to attack the city in person? How many troops did he bring?"

"You'll see it when you enter the city later?" Zhao Tong smiled faintly, waved his hand, and interrupted Heisha's questioning.

Heisha no longer asked more. After more than a month of getting along, he obeyed Zhao Tongyan and admired Wei Ba even more. Since they had already made arrangements, he no longer needed to say anything nonsense.

"Raising the fire."

"Yes, the elf." A warrior from the Chenxi tribe rushed to the front of the formation and issued an order to raise a fire.

The magical scene just completed in the south of the city was staged again in the north of the city. The first torch was like a fire, extending in all directions, rapidly expanding into a sea of ​​fire. Below each torch, there was a erect warrior. However, only the front of these warriors were real, most of the behind were dummies, and the dummies in the front also had armor, and there were only hay in the back. From a distance, you could only see a vague figure, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a real person or a dummy.

Heisha and others were a little nervous about the arrangement of using dummies to pretend to be troops, but Zhao Tong was as calm as water. He easily told Heisha that we were just suspicious of soldiers. Wei Shizhong had assembled tens of thousands of troops and did not need us to do anything at all. We just need to restrain the attention at the top of the city.

Now, although they did not see the main force in the south of the city, they saw the sky illuminated by torches and suddenly felt relieved. Lord Zhao was right. Judging from the brightness, Wei Shizhong brought at least 20,000 people.

At the same time, when we saw the sky in the north of the city light up, the soldiers in the south of the city were relieved. Although we were more fake and really few, there were not many friendly troops in the north of the city, and our total strength was enough to capture Chenyang City.

For the Wu army at the city, this shock was doubled. Countless enemies came from the south and north of the city, with a total force of less than 20,000. Can a mere three thousand defenders defend the city?

Qiao Ren held the city wall, his legs trembled, and his face turned pale.
Chapter completed!