"Their main city is halfway up the mountain!" Wang Wenzuo said: "It's right next to the pool, there is plenty of water!"

Even if you are not on the top of the mountain, it is not easy to climb up. Liu Renyuan tried his best to not look so depressed and said in a deep voice: "Set up camp first and let the soldiers cut down the wood and make equipment!"

"yes!"

Although it is already late spring, you still need to warm yourself by the fire at night in the mountains. Wang Wenzuo stood by the bonfire, watching the craftsmen busy reassembling the disassembled "Scorpion". Most of them looked very relaxed, because they had all been

Having seen the power of the "Scorpion", in their opinion, nothing can resist this kind of projection machine that combines speed of fire, power and accuracy.

But Wang Wenzuo was not as optimistic as they were. In any case, the torsion spring cannon was only a muscle-driven weapon and could not be compared with chemical-energy-driven tube firearms; and hundreds of years later, the Spaniards were besieging the Incas in the Andes.

In the mountain fortress, it was extremely difficult to fight against the stones thrown by the Incas from the mountains. The Spaniards already had matchlocks and simple artillery at the time, but the Incas only had bronze weapons in their hands.

A sharp whistle sounded in the distance, which was an alarm that the scouts had discovered the night attacker. The craftsmen were a little commotion, and some stood up and looked towards the place where the sound came from, but the night blocked their sight, which added to the

A little uneasy.

"Mr. Lang!" Yuan Fei stood in front of Wang Wenzuo, with a saber and quiver hanging on his tight cowhide belt, a bow bag on the other side, and a bronze helmet on his head. He looked a little anxious, and the armor leaves on his body made a crisp sound.

sound.

"What's wrong?"

"Can you give me forty people? I can set a trap to give those Baekje people some color, otherwise they won't rest for a whole night!"

"No need!" Wang Wenzuo rejected his men's request to fight. The Baekje people were more familiar with the terrain here and had more physical strength than the Tang army who came from afar. All the Tang people could do was to drive them back rather than pursue them, so as to avoid

Fall into the enemy's trap in an unfamiliar environment.

"Mr. Lang!"

"You have fought many battles, but not now!" Wang Wenzuo stood up and said loudly in a voice that everyone present could hear clearly: "I'm a little tired. Come here and get me a reed mat. I want to rest."

meeting!"

Sancho responded, and after a while he took out a reed mat. Wang Wenzuo spread his lynx cloak on the reed mat and lay down next to the fire. After a while, he snored slightly and fell asleep. The people around him fell asleep.

Seeing this, the craftsman sergeant's mood gradually stabilized. He worked when he needed to work, rest when he needed to rest, and watched when he needed to watch the night. They all performed their duties, treating the whistle in the night as a lullaby.

As morning approached, Wang Wenzuo got up from the reed mat. The bonfire had been extinguished, leaving only wisps of green smoke. He felt that his whole body was as stiff as a dead person. He quickly got up and did two sessions of calisthenics before he felt better.

He looked around, but there were no traces of fighting. It was obvious that the Baekje people were just bluffing last night. There were two possibilities: the enemy's garrison was weak and unable to attack at night; or the enemy thought this was not the best time. The former was naturally

This is a good thing, but it also shows that the enemy is self-aware. The latter shows that the enemy is cautious, which may not be a good thing for the attacker.

The trumpet sounded, indicating that the Chinese army was summoning the generals for a meeting. Wang Wenzuo threw down his porridge bowl, jumped on his horse, and headed for the commander's tent.

The officers in the tent all looked tired. It was obvious that they had not slept well last night. Wang Wenzuo secretly took a nap and began to consider whether he would find a chance to take a nap secretly later.

"Wang Shenjun, do you have any clues about attacking the city?" Liu Renyuan asked.

The officers looked at each other. No one expected that the Protector would value this young man so much. Wang Wenzuo shook his head: "No, Protector, please forgive me for speaking bluntly. Instead of attacking the city, it is better for us to turn against the enemy and wait for the enemy's return reinforcements!"

There was a buzz in the tent, and most people showed approval. They did not lack courage, but fighting against the stone was another matter.

"That's it!" Liu Renyuan didn't expect Wang Wenzuo to be so outspoken. He turned his head in annoyance and fixed his eyes on Changshi Du Shuang: "What does Du Changshi think?"

"I think what Wang Shenjun said is true. Ren Cun City cannot be captured with my current troops!"

Liu Renyuan did not continue to ask, he already knew the answer, but the situation and responsibilities forced him to do something he had to do. He stood up and said in a deep voice: "Send the order, the three armies will step up the preparation of equipment and attack the city in three days!"

"

Wang Wenzuo followed the crowd out of the tent and suddenly heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw Liu Renyuan's soldiers: "Wang joins the army, the Protector wants to talk to you!"

Wang Wenzuo nodded and followed the soldier back to the tent. He walked about five steps away from Liu Renyuan and stopped.

"Guardian, I'm here!"

"Why did you say that just now? You clearly know the reason for sending troops!"

Wang Wenzuo looked at Liu Renyuan. His boss looked very bad, with a haggard appearance, both eyes had deep dark circles, and his lips were pursed into a line. Du Shuang on the side was expressionless, and the air in the tent seemed to have solidified.

"Because I must be loyal to you, and telling the truth is the greatest loyalty!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Liu Renyuan laughed loudly, his laughter was like a sudden wind, and his tone was rude. "Didn't I tell you, Du Changshi!" He said to Du Shuang, "Sanlang has a pretty face, but he is very brave.

Yes, nothing can scare him!"

"You do know him very well!" Du Shuang said.

"Of course I know that Rencun Mountain City is not easy to attack, but as a partial master, you must have the consciousness of being a partial master. Even if you know that you will be bloody, you have to touch it. Sanlang, you understand.

why?"

"It must be to silence the Silla people!"

Liu Renyuan nodded: "As long as you understand, making instruments is what you are best at. Although blood must flow, it would be better to have one less drop!"

Three days later, early in the morning.

The air was humid, and the soldiers of the Tang Army carefully advanced along the winding mountain roads. These mountain roads were paved with stone strips. They were laid by the King of Baekje to build the mountain city. Nowadays, most of the stone strips have been cracked, broken, and moss has grown.

Last night's rain made these stone slabs shine with a moist sheen, as if they had been coated with a layer of black oil in the morning sun.

At the end of the road is a towering tower. The tower looks tilted and is about to collapse, but it has stood there for nearly a hundred years. Moss and mud cover its surface. A twisted and strange tree rises from the tower.

grew out of the north side, the ruined stone walls still stood, and the white flag of the Baekje people fluttered in the mountain breeze.
Chapter completed!