The Shang Dynasty Army camped outside the city. They buried pots and cooked food while beheading several Southern Capital generals in succession.
Eating was the main priority, and achievements came second. Anyone who didn't know better would think they had come sightseeing.
The rebel forces of E Chongyu had a city to defend, while the Shang Dynasty side camped in the wilderness. Their troop formations were quite particular: deer barricades, cheval de frise, pits filled with loose stones, and other defenses before the camp left Lu Bei crying out that it was utterly outrageous.
Although having double stirrups was already outrageous in this era, the widespread use of engineers and their proficient operation still left Lu Bei speechless. With such advanced social productivity and such rigorous battle formations, what on earth were they playing at by sending generals out to duel before the lines? And what was the meaning of hanging out a "No Battle" sign?
For a time, Lu Bei grew restless, wanting to write a book and leave behind Lu Zi's Art of War.
The arrangement of the main camp had nothing to do with Lu Bei. Deng Jiugong was busy with it, rushing back and forth. The elite troops of the Chaoge Central Army led by Lu Bei were positioned in the middle of the formation. They did not participate in combat, being responsible only for security, waving flags, and shouting encouragement.
This was Deng Jiugong's idea, as well as the idea of those in Chaoge. Grand Tutor Wen Zhong had sent sixteen letters in succession, leaving Deng Jiugong's scalp numb.
A ruler was a ruler, and a minister was a minister. He had to understand his own position. Just because his daughter had luckily slept with the king, that didn't mean the old fool had escaped