Chapter 497

Zu Lang was very angry.

The scene he had envisioned, of the Han people falling into a panic out of fear, had not appeared at all.

On the contrary.

This group of Han people actually dared to stand on the city gate tower and mock him!

This is not just one or two tens of thousands of troops, but a full army of one hundred thousand!

What does an army of one hundred thousand mean?

It means that if these troops were handed over to Sun Shiwan, he could turn around and launch another Battle of Hefei!

But now.

Zu Lang, sitting on a full army of one hundred thousand, was actually mocked by Gu Yi?

Zu Lang declared that such humiliation was absolutely impossible to endure.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Immediately launch an attack on this city!"

Zu Lang, burning with shame and anger, ordered the army behind him to launch an attack.

To be fair.

Although the weapons of the Shanyue people were not as lethal as those of the Han people.

The Shanyue people had lived in deep mountains and old forests for a long time, and their ability to traverse mountains and rivers was very strong.

This meant that their individual combat capability was actually not weak.

What they lacked were merely proper training methods and uniform tactics.

And at this moment.

Zu Lang's eyes had long been blinded by anger.

In his view, although many soldiers had suddenly appeared on the Shanyin city gate tower, the total number added up to at most only twenty or thirty thousand.

An enemy of this size was not to be feared.

You must know.

He had a full army of one hundred thousand by his side!

One hundred thousand against twenty or thirty thousand, one could say the advantage was with him.

Moreover.

He, Zu Lang, was not some Sun Shiwan, Great Ming God of War, or Chang Kai-shek type.

Occupying such a large advantage, how could he possibly be defeated here?

However.

When the fighting truly began.

Zu Lang finally realized that something was wrong!

Every one of those Han soldiers on the city gate tower could be called "experienced and seasoned."

Facing the Shanyue people who had brute force but didn't know how to use it, it was as simple as a giant dealing with an infant.

What was even more terrifying was.

The bows and crossbows used by the Han army were far superior in accuracy to those of the Shanyue.

After only two rounds of charging.

The Shanyue side had already left behind nearly three thousand corpses.

And this number was still climbing rapidly!

Behind Zu Lang, the expressions on the faces of that group of Shanyue leaders became increasingly ugly.

Zu Lang was a very cunning fellow.

It was unknown who he had learned it from.

The portion of the siege troops arranged in the front ranks were all those from other tribes who had not intended to submit to him in the first place.

The spirit of "let the fellow Daoist die, not me" was manifested to the fullest in him.

In the blink of an eye.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

As more and more Shanyue people died beneath the city gate tower.

Wang Mao, Qian Tong, and the others finally could not hold back anymore.

They came to Zu Lang together and persuaded him to stop the offensive.

However.

Zu Lang, who had already lost his head in the heat of battle, was unwilling to retreat just like that.

In his view, those Han people merely occupied an advantage in equipment.

If they were to face off squarely on the battlefield.

The Shanyue people would definitely be able to defeat the Han people.

Seeing that Zu Lang was unwilling to retreat.

Wang Mao and Qian Tong rolled their eyes and persuaded him:

"My lord, we do not have the advantage in attacking the city during the day."

"But if we launch a surprise attack under the cover of night, we will definitely be able to catch the enemy off guard!"

Hearing this, Zu Lang's eyes suddenly lit up.

This was indeed a good suggestion.

Similar examples had appeared in the Han people's books on military strategy.

Using troops requires focusing on the false and the real; one cannot rely solely on brute force.

Thinking of this.

Zu Lang accepted the proposal of Wang Mao and Qian Tong and ordered the horn of retreat to be blown.

On the city gate tower.

Gu Yi, holding the white feather fan he had snatched from Zhuge Liang, looked in the direction where Zu Lang was retreating, a trace of cruelty and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

Soon.

Night fell over the land.

Zu Lang and the various Shanyue leaders, after some deliberation, decided to launch a surprise attack on Shanyin City under the cover of night.

However.

Before Zu Lang could officially send out his troops.

Several ragged Shanyue people were seen running from the south toward the location of Zu Lang's main camp.

"Leader, something terrible has happened!"

Those few Shanyue people shouted.

Their eyes were full of panic.

And that kind of panic was not faked.