?When it was getting dawn, the sound of cannons outside the city for a night finally stopped. Mi Xuan, who fainted due to childbirth, woke up slowly. As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt the light was extremely dazzling. Mi Ni's happy voice sounded in her ears: "Sister is awake? Sister is awake... It's the young master! Sister gave birth to a young master!"

In this era, the young master is no longer exclusive to the descendants of the princes. The young master Mi Ni mentioned is actually a prince. Mi Xuan struggled to get up, but then fell down in despair. Under the candlelight, the witch doctor smiled and hugged the child. She smiled and said, "It's the prince, my Chu State, my king has a queen."

Xiong Jing was the wizard commander of Chu State. Even if he was not the wizard commander of Chu State, the wizards prayed for him day and night. After Ao Zheng, the wizard's status was suddenly raised and he became one of the court officials, although they were always silent every time they made a court decision;

In addition, local witches were also highly valued. Wang Ting and the county towns specially allocated funds to build magnificent and tall shrines, making them the center of activities in counties and towns. The implementation of this policy made the most magnificent buildings in Yingdu were Taimiao and Taishe. The most magnificent buildings in counties and towns outside Yingdu were large and small shrines.

In addition to the improvement of social hierarchy, the witch also has a special witch school. The school not only targets young witch schools, but also organizes and studies written and unwritten documents, myths, habits, scriptures and decrees. It also studies theology and philosophy of Egypt, Persia, and Greece, and teaches the art of preaching and debate.

After several failures, Xiong Jing has essentially given up on whether the Spiritual Cult is transformed into a Monotheistic Cult. In recent years, he has only done two things: one is to establish a suitable witch culture training mechanism: a witch school; the other is to learn from later generations and establish a missionary and preaching center center centered on the temple, so that the witch culture can cover every household in all directions, form a strict and solid organization to defend Chu land from being infiltrated by pagans, and also to protect the gods of the Chu people from being tampered with by pagans.

The people of Chu loved the king, and the witches of Chu State loved the king even more. What a joy to be with the king. However, the outside of the town was pitch black and the sound of cannons continued. The witches could not give this news to the ancestors in the Taimiao.

The old witch doctor smiled, and the child in the bag cried for half a night and had already fallen asleep. Mi Xuan looked around and suddenly smiled when she saw the child. She said, "Like a king."

"Where is like a king?" Mi Ni hasn't seen the child before. She couldn't see where she looked like a king after watching for a long time.

"The eyebrows and eyes all look like the king." Mi Xuan wanted to hold the child and couldn't bear it. She wanted to feed her child and saw that she was asleep, so she could only let the witch doctor hold it. "The king, if you know..."

Only then did she remember what happened last night. First, Ying Nan risked his life to report the news, saying that Concubine Zhao wanted to kill her, and then there were bursts of cannons outside the city. "What's wrong with the outside of the city?" she asked.

"Outside the county?" Before dawn, no one knew what was outside the county, but it was obvious that the Zhao soldiers did not attack Xiaoyi.

"Zhao's soldiers did not enter Xiaoyi at night, and they were afraid that they would not be able to attack during the day. Sister, don't worry." Ying Nan's voice. There was a barb on the arrow. She first took out the arrow, and then she lost 400 milliliters of blood. It was no longer a problem for the future generations to sleep for a night.

Ying Nan walked into the room, including Mi Xuan on the bed, and everyone looked at her. Her eyes were staring at the swaddle clothes in the witch doctor's hand. Seeing this, Mi Ni couldn't help but take two steps back and blocked her gaze.

"I, I..." Ying Nan noticed everyone's vigilance, but she was too envious. She moved her lips and said uncontrollably: "Can I, can I see?"

The big room was silent, and after a long time Mi Xuan nodded and said, "Okay."

Mi Ni looked at Mi Xuan and wanted to speak, but she shook her head quickly. At this time, Ying Nan had already walked to the witch doctor and saw the baby in the cradle.

"It looks like a king." Ying Nan couldn't help but say. After the witch doctor carried the child, she burst into tears inexplicably. Thinking that it was a great joy for a man to have his first offspring and shouldn't cry, she hurriedly wiped her tears and said, "I'm here to congratulate my sister and the king."

Ying Nan cried miserably, but Mi Xuan wanted to persuade him but didn't know how to persuade him. The room was silent again. Outside the room, the sky gradually became brighter, and Zhao's soldiers were killed and injured overnight. The big trenches were full of their twisted and broken corpses. It was not until this time that Sima Mao, who was commanding the attack, realized that he was attacking a city that had never been in the world and had completely defended with artillery.

It is difficult to fill the two wide trenches with human lives alone. Traditional trenches, rushing cars, cloud trenches, and trenches are completely useless - these siege vehicles must be close to the city wall to attack the city. Because there are two big trenches outside the city, it is impossible for vehicles to approach the city wall without filling these two big trenches; and if the big trenches are to be filled, they will be subject to violent bombardment by artillery inside the trenches. As long as there are artillery inside the trenches, filling the trenches is basically impossible.

The Zhao soldiers led by Sima Mao were all elite soldiers, and now these elite soldiers were almost exhausted. Only then did he realize that he could never capture this city, so dark, even more so at dawn.

"General..." The military academy beside him pointed at the north bank of Yangshui, and a Chu army knight came on horseback. Attacked Sima Mao and others on the boat, he accidentally shot an arrow into the sky. When the arrow fell again, it was nailed to the board at the front of the boat.

"Please take a look." A guard pulled out the arrow, untied the Chu paper tied to the arrow shaft, and handed it over.

The Chu cavalry sent a letter, which may be a letter from the Chu people or a letter from the Empress Dowager Zhao people. Sima Mao, who opened the letter, changed his face from the first glance, with an expression of disbelief. Like him, another Zhao army academy outside Zhoucang saw the upstream and the military flags waving downstream. The Chu army warships were getting closer and closer. Sima Mao said that his side had at least three days, and now only one night had passed, and the Chu army came.

"Our army is trapped!" A military academy shouted with a long sword on his waist, and the man fell into the water. The identity of the soldiers was difficult to identify, but the identity of the Wei Jiao was not difficult to identify. Once the Chu people discovered that it was the Zhao people who were attacking the city, it would be very disadvantageous to the Zhao State General.

"Stop! Stop—!" There were more than one military academy who committed suicide and threw himself into the water. Sima Mao hurriedly called for a stop, but unfortunately he was still one step late. Except for the injured people before, all three military academys were buried in their swords.

"Prince of the Savage, please see General Sima." A small boat that thrust slowly approached, and the Chu army officer above shouted, not afraid of the Zhao army crossbowman on the south bank of the boat board.

"No." Sima Mao agreed without hesitation. Before the counselors around him persuaded him, he leaped onto the small boat that had already jumped more than a meter away. The boat suddenly sank and then swung, but he stood steadily.

The northerners have never been polite to water, and at the same time they are not very comfortable with the ripples on the boat. Chu Li did not expect Sima Mao to be ruthless at all, and he came up in a steadily step, and he was not seasick. He was surprised and the boat Li took advantage of his leap and drove backwards. After a moment, he sent to Wang Zhou where Xiong Han was.

"General Sima." Xiong Han stood on the warship in Weibian suit. He first looked up and down at Sima Mao in Qin army armored clothes, a little surprised at his youth, and then said to Sima Mao.

Xiong Han looked at Sima Mao, and Sima Mao also looked at Xiong Han rudely. This brother of the King of Chu who had not yet been crowned but had his hair tied up, and his body was younger than him. His combination of armor set off the man's heroic martial arts. Unfortunately, this kind of heroic martial arts is a bit like the newborn willow branch in spring. No matter how much he hides it, he can't hide his innate tenderness. Xiong Han is not alone. There is also a veteran Chu army in painted leather armor standing beside him. The veteran squinted his eyes and looked at him, his eyes as if there was substance.

"General Sima thought what this town was? Is it difficult to attack?" In the news that Sima Mao received, all the generals of Chu went north, and only Naojiu, Zhaoshu and Lan Sheao stayed in Yingdu. Could this veteran be Naojiu, the prefect of the Grand Sima Mansion?

"This military academy is a priest, Luyang Jun." Xiong Han's name is not as good as his name. Not only is he not fierce but understanding. When he saw Sima Mao looking at Luyang Jun, he naturally introduced Luyang Jun to Sima Mao. Luyang Jun was not as polite as him, so he just snorted, which was considered a greeting.

"General Sima thought this..." Xiong Han continued the previous question.

"I thought there were less than 30,000 soldiers, and this town could not be removed from one month." Sima Mao took the initiative to talk about the attack of Xiaoquan. This was the estimate that Zhao army had exchanged for blood. When Sima Mao talked about it, his heart seemed to be dripping blood.

"Is this true?" Xiong Han's smile hurt Sima Mao's eyes very much, but as a defeated general, he had to bow his head.

"Does General Sima surrender?" Luyang Jun did not say nonsense. No matter what the reason was, he hated the Zhao people's behavior.

"What is said in this letter..." Sima Mao took out the letter he had just received. "Is it true? What will our soldiers?"

"Enter my Chu territory, attack my Chu city, and kill my Chu people. How do you need to wait for the king to fall?" The Lord of Luyang shouted.

"There are many casualties in the attacking army overnight. If General Sima really pitys his soldiers, when will he not surrender at this time?" Xiong Han also said. "Your boy specially ordered the doctor of Yingdu to be the Prime Minister. Every time the general delays, many Zhao soldiers die."

When Zhao Shu mentioned the casualties, Sima Mao looked painful. He suddenly knelt on the deck of the warship and said, "Why is this? Why is the king like this?! Since the attack last night, our army has suffered two thousand casualties. These two thousand people, these two thousand people..."

With a choking sound, Sima Mao pulled out the iron sword from his waist, and then closed his eyes and stabbed it in his chest. Xiong Han was closest to him and quickly stopped him. However, Lu Yang Jun felt something was wrong and wanted to hold Xiong Han but did not. As expected, Xiong Han rushed into Sima Mao's side, aimed at the tip of the sword in his chest and turned it backwards. He kicked his feet again, and Xiong Han staggered as if he was thrown into his arms.

"Irregular! Bold!" Chu Zuo on the deck shouted urgently, either trying to draw his sword and go forward, or bending his bow and shooting. Unfortunately, the iron sword that was about to commit suicide was already on Xiong Han's neck, and no one dared to act rashly for a moment.

"Sima Mao, what do you want?" Lu Yang Jun stopped everyone and shouted anxiously. "You don't listen to your father's words?"

The carefully planned action failed, and a letter from my father suddenly appeared to tell him all the reasons. Unwillingness, bitterness, regret, hatred... Sima Mao felt mixed feelings, and he didn't know why he wanted to kidnap Xiong Han. He just said, "I don't believe it unless my father's words!"
Chapter completed!