Chapter 191: Watching the Show While Eating Melons

In fact, just as the Battle of Hanzhong entered a stalemate.

The entire world was watching the spectacle.

How many Feudatory Kings and how many bigwigs of this Longyan Dynasty were all watching the show, watching the competition here.

Everyone knew.

This was the horn for Yinzhou, having just obtained the position of Envoy, to head south.

However...

The fierce resistance of the Prince of Yong almost made this famous Prefect Liu's scheme come to nothing this time.

All for nothing?

All that planning for nothing?

Quite a few people were snickering.

Crown Prince Xie Fang, the Third Prince Xie Ling, the Prince of Wei, and so on and so forth.

All were waiting to see Yinzhou end up with nothing.

Suddenly.

News came from the Yinzhou side.

Prefect Liu's confidante Shen Manqing was stranded in Hanzhong City. Upon learning this, Prefect Liu was furious, mobilized fifty thousand troops, and declared that if he did not rescue Shen Manqing, he would not stop.

Prince of Yong.

Wait for me.

The Yinzhou army is about to relieve your Hanzhong worries!

If you don't invite me, then I'll come myself.

What?

You don't welcome me?

That is not important.

What is important is that my, Prefect Liu's, confidante is in Hanzhong right now.

You send her out?

You are under siege! How can you send her!

For the life of my confidante, I, Liu Zheng, will risk it all! By the way, I'll help you lift the siege of Hanzhong; no need to thank me, it's just a small favor...

The whole world was suddenly in an uproar.

There's a way to play it like this?

The Prince of Yong in Hanzhong.

At this moment, his eyes were unfocused, his whole body was trembling with rage, and he stared fixedly at an official fatter than himself, shouting angrily: "Zhang Jucheng, was that musician Shen Manqing invited by you?"

The fat man flopped to his knees, weeping bitterly: "Prince of Yong, Your Highness... my father's eightieth birthday, I, I, I..."

"You..."

The Prince of Yong rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

He had calculated everything, but he hadn't calculated this.

This Zhang Jucheng instantly became the sinner of Hanzhong. His own father's eightieth birthday—frankly speaking, in this era, it is not easy to live to eighty, this is a great joyous occasion, so I spent a little more silver to invite that musician to play a tune at the banquet; firstly, to celebrate my father's birthday, and secondly, to show off my own taste and strength.

How nice.

Unexpectedly.

The Prince of Shu suddenly besieged the city, and Shen Manqing was stranded in Hanzhong.

At this time, the Prince of Shu was still launching a general offensive, and the entire Hanzhong still had only one gap left... Shangcheng Port!

Shangcheng Port!

It's Shangcheng Port again!

The Prince of Yong was so angry he vomited blood.

"Your Highness, actually there is still a turning point in this matter. Can't we just send that Shen Manqing back to Yinzhou through Shangcheng Port?"

The Prince of Yong slapped his thigh.

Let's do just that.

Who would have thought.

The order had just gone down.

Shen Manqing fell ill.

Now, everyone in Hanzhong was dumbfounded.

Ill.

A high fever that wouldn't break, so weak she couldn't even get out of bed, delirious day after day, calling for her "Liu-lang," and the Prince of Yong slumped down again.

Can she be sent away by force?

Obviously not.

Not to mention whether this Shen Manqing is actually faking illness. If that Prefect Liu found out you had forcibly sent his confidante back like that, wouldn't he be angry?

Wouldn't he come to cause you trouble?

Shen Manqing.

Had become a hot potato.

A group of Strategists were instantly at their wits' end.

The Prince of Yong looked at this bunch of good-for-nothings with a bitter expression. Is this what people call being unable to accomplish anything but good at ruining everything?

"Your Highness..."

"What should we do?"

"Think of a Method."

At this moment, only Sikong Zhen stepped forward, sighed, and cupped his hands: "Your Highness, since things have reached this point and the Yinzhou army's momentum is unstoppable, we can only play them at their own game..."

The Prince of Yong's eyes lit up: "What is your plan?"

Sikong Zhen chuckled: "Pretend to welcome the Yinzhou army, and then cut off the Shuanghe Bridge!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd cheered one after another.

Although Yinzhou is only a hundred miles away from Shangcheng Port, there are no dirt roads between them. A large river separates the two places, and the Shuanghe Bridge is the only path the Yinzhou army must take. If they were to use the excuse of heavy rain and flooding to wash away the bridge deck at this time, they could block the Yinzhou army from entering Hanzhong.

The Prince of Yong was overjoyed: "Good, send men to do it immediately!"

Liu Zheng took stock of his troops.

Qin Zhangfeng served as Great General, Jiang Xuan as deputy general, and Liu Zheng sat in command of the army.

"My Lord, these are our Galleons. It is a pity that only two have been built!"

Rhodes said excitedly.

Two ships?

Liu Zheng took a deep breath; he was startled himself.

These Galleons were no ordinary things; the various parts and Gears involved were extremely complex. His estimate was that building one in two months would already be very fast. He did not expect that in just over a month, two had actually been completed!

"Good fellow!"

At this time, Liu Zheng and the others arrived at the newly dug river canal in Kezhou. Thanks to the heavy rain these past few days, the water diversion project had gone extremely smoothly. The water level in the hundred-mile canal just dug had risen, creating a stunning scene.

At this moment, two behemoths were docked on the river surface.

They were exactly the Galleons designed by Liu Zheng!

Qin Zhangfeng, Jiang Xuan, and other generals were also incredibly excited.

Where in Liangzhou had anyone ever seen a navy?

These two Warships meant that Yinzhou would have a navy from now on!

"Good!"

Liu Zheng was very satisfied and smiled: "One ship can carry five thousand soldiers. With fifty thousand troops, making five round trips, and choosing to travel at night, is there any problem?"

Rhodes said confidently: "Young Master, we can come and go freely, day or night!"

Liu Zheng laughed out loud.

Everyone was also eager to see what kind of expression the Prince of Yong, who was still playing his little tricks, would have when the fifty thousand Yinzhou troops suddenly descended from the sky.

The Shuanghe Bridge was broken.

This made those Feudatory Kings who were watching the show and eating melon happy once again.

The confidante is about to be gone!

Let's see how you, this "omnipotent" Prefect Liu, handle this now.

Those two rivers are very turbulent; repairing the bridge now is definitely unrealistic. Thinking about it this way, this Prince of Yong is truly ruthless. He would rather risk the city being breached than let Yinzhou come to the rescue!

The Prince of Yong probably thinks.

That the Prince of Shu is difficult to deal with, but at least he is a straightforward person.

But looking at this Prefect Liu, he usually acts like a little lamb with a warm smile on his face, but in reality, his scheming is terrifyingly deep!

Even if some wealth is looted by the Prince of Shu, he cannot let the Yinzhou army be stationed in Hanzhong.

This is the Prince of Yong's thinking.

Looking at the Prince of Shu's side again.

He was a bit tired.

He also belonged to the group of Feudatory Kings who were watching the show and eating melon.

"The bridge is broken?"

He had originally thought that if this Prefect Liu could enter Hanzhong, he could take the opportunity to withdraw his troops. In this way, he would both save face and give Prefect Liu some face, and in the future, the two sides could slowly plot for Hanzhong.

As a result...

These surprises came one after another.

The Prince of Shu found it a bit difficult to step down.

Continue the siege?

The longer the time, the higher the cost of war.

The Prince of Yong's resistance was too fierce.

Withdraw the troops?

How could the Prince of Shu's face allow such trampling?

Having besieged the city for nearly two months, he, who was originally full of confidence that he could take Hanzhong, was now somewhat exhausted. He really wanted to find a way to step down...

Although.

This was definitely a loss.

But what other Method was there?

The Prince of Shu's original plan was actually very good. His Shu Army, with its peerless combat power, would break through Hanzhong, then the Prince of Yong would be forced to ask Yinzhou for help, he would then give Yinzhou some face and withdraw his troops, the two sides would shake hands, live in harmony for a hundred years, he would take away the wealth of Hanzhong City, and the Yinzhou army could also move into Hanzhong—the best of both worlds.

Who could have imagined.

The Prince of Shu has been disappointing this time.

It has been two months, and he still hasn't managed to take this city of Hanzhong.

A high start followed by a low finish.

"Your Highness..."

The Prince of Shu sighed: "The soldiers are tired too. So be it..."

"Prepare to withdraw the army!"

Who would have thought that just three days later, as the remaining hundred-plus thousand troops of the Shu Army had their supplies ready and intended to withdraw.

Suddenly.

"Your Highness, it's bad, it's bad!"

"What is going on?"

"The Yinzhou army has attacked, and we have lost three ports in a row!"

"What?"