Chapter 1189: First Volume, Chapter 1189: Giving You a Chance But You Can

First Volume, Chapter 1189: Giving You a Chance But You Can't Use It

Qin Feng sneered inwardly.

He wanted to see whether Gusu City would smear him first, or whether he would drive the Gusu City Garrison insane first.

All of Qin Feng's tactics were designed not to kill, but to annoy.

On the battlefield, beyond life and death, the most crucial factor affecting morale was "mental health."

With the gradual construction of Lingzhou's storage facilities, Qin Feng had plenty of time to play slowly with Gusu City.

Just as the three catapults were relentlessly dumping feces into the city, the garrison began to retaliate.

They loaded stones piled atop the City Wall into the leather slings of the catapults, preparing to use Qin Feng's own weapons against him.

As the catapult arms tightened, they began to emit a creaking "gā zhī gā zhī" sound.

At first, the garrison paid no mind; after all, this was their first time operating catapults, and they assumed the odd noises were normal.

But as the arms stretched tighter and tighter, the garrison gradually realized something was wrong.

The arms were covered in dense, fine cracks.

"Bad!"

Just as the garrison prepared to loosen the ropes, a chilling "crack!" rang out—and the catapult arms snapped clean off.

The wooden beams, sweeping outward, smashed four soldiers off the City Wall.

Immediately after, the catapults collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Only then did the garrison finally understand why Qin Feng had so easily abandoned these siege weapons.

These six catapults were crudely made; not only were all the rivet joints shoddy, even the timber itself had never been treated—just ordinary logs.

The craftsmen under Qin Feng's army could operate them properly only because they knew in advance the exact load limits of these six catapults.

Moreover, the projectiles they used were either feather-light vine balls or corpses—requiring almost no force to hurl into the city.

In contrast, if the garrison wanted to launch stones, they had to pull the catapults to maximum tension, causing them to immediately buckle and break under the strain.

The garrison soldiers atop the City Wall flew into a rage, screaming curses.

"Damn Qin Feng, how despicable!"

"These six catapults are all junk—completely unusable!"

"We thought we'd reclaimed treasure, but ended up losing over a hundred soldiers—what a loss!"

"Qin Feng, I'll tear you into a thousand pieces!"

Far away, Lin Wenwan watched the collapsing catapults, her heart growing heavy.

She finally understood Qin Feng's intent—this attack was purely meant to disgust the garrison.

In all of Heaven and Earth, only Qin Feng would do such a thing—such shameless, lowdown tactics; no wonder even Lin Wenwan couldn't fathom him…

Sun Bo, who had witnessed the entire scene, had his mouth hanging wide open.

He had fought on battlefields for most of his life, yet he had never seen anyone wage war like Qin Feng.

To mobilize such a massive force… just to… disgust and humiliate the garrison? Was this man just absurdly idle, stealing moments of amusement, or… was his mind simply not like other men's?

But as he watched the garrison soldiers on the City Wall jumping up and down, screaming curses, all of Sun Bo's worries vanished instantly.

At least this "farce" proved one thing: Qin Feng would never suffer the slightest disadvantage.

Once all the large vats filled with feces had been emptied, the craftsmen pushed the catapults back, retreating calmly under the furious stares of the Gusu City Garrison.

At that moment, Qin Feng, protected by Zhao Zhenhai and others, advanced toward Gusu City.

Sun Bo instantly tensed to the extreme—he knew Qin Feng was the linchpin of the Front Line; if anything happened to him, the battle was over.

Sun Bo was about to stop him, but Liu Ming intercepted him first.

"General Sun, haven't you realized yet? The Qin King would never take reckless risks."

"If the Qin King is approaching Gusu City, he has prepared thoroughly—rest easy."

Since Liu Ming had said so, Sun Bo no longer argued—but as he watched Qin Feng draw closer to Gusu City, his palms still grew slick with sweat.

Under the eyes of tens of thousands on both sides, Qin Feng advanced steadily to a position exactly One Hundred Steps from Gusu City.

Though this distance was well within range, the garrison soldiers on the City Wall had not the slightest intention of shooting Qin Feng.

Because Qin Feng was surrounded by shields, leaving only his face exposed.

With such a tiny target, killing him would be extremely difficult—and since Qin Feng himself had come to the city walls, he clearly had something to say.

Better to hear him out first.

Qin Feng gazed calmly at the heads darting along the City Wall, treating this place not as a battlefield of life and death, but as a mere stage.

"Gusu City garrison, listen well!"

"Since you have acted unjustly, don't blame me for acting without mercy!"

"I gave you a chance to fight bravely, charge forward, and engage in open, honorable battle—but you didn't value it."

"You went out and slaughtered civilians, then framed me?"

"Since you resort to such low, despicable tricks, don't blame me for no longer treating you as human beings."

"From this day forward, I will send men daily to harass you. We have all the time in the world—we'll see who breaks first!"

In response to Qin Feng's threatening taunt, the garrison on the City Wall remained silent.

They had previously doubted the truth of the civilian massacre.

Now, with Qin Feng personally coming to insult them, they began to strongly suspect: had their superiors truly ordered the slaughter of local civilians?

After all, half the garrison in Gusu City were natives of Jiangnan.

Perhaps the slaughtered civilians were their own relatives or friends.

Instantly, murmurs spread across the City Wall, and public opinion surged.

Lin Wenwan had anticipated this outcome—she waved her hand, signaling Wang Keng to shoot Qin Feng.

Wang Keng raised his Bow and Arrow, aimed at Qin Feng's cheek, and released his grip—the Arrow shot forth.

At a Hundred Steps distance, aiming at a face—the outcome was predictable: he missed!

The Arrow clinked as it struck the Shield.

Seeing this, Qin Feng remained utterly unconcerned, turning away gracefully under the protection of the Cavalry.

Meanwhile, the City Wall erupted into chaos, the murmurs growing louder.

"Who knows which village the slaughtered civilians came from?"

"Could it possibly be Dàyángshù Village?"

"Don't tell me it's Li Family Village!"

"Madam Lin actually ordered the massacre of civilians? Unthinkable!"

At that moment, the Supervisor of the Army appeared on the City Wall and beheaded two soldiers on the spot—the murmurs gradually subsided.

Though the defenders dared not speak out again, their glances at the Supervisor of the Army carried a hidden thread of hatred.

Wang Keng frowned tightly: "Madam, please refrain from issuing such orders in the future—the blow to Morale is too great; it risks triggering a Mutiny…"