The army swiftly reorganized and set out. The Han Army moved quickly, forcing the prisoners to prepare for departure at a speed far beyond their limits.
So, men really did need to be pushed.
Only when pushed hard enough could they break through their limits.
It had taken this group two days to reach this place, but on the return journey, they made it back to the walls of Xiapi City in just one day.
There was no helping their haste. The Han soldiers had used the gleaming ring-pommel sabers in their hands to engage in some peaceful and friendly communication with them, making them understand the principle that if they did not work hard while alive, they would only regret it after death.
Of course, the main reason was that Wei Yan was anxious. He feared that Chen Deng and the others—walking bundles of merit—would escape. If Xiapi City were left completely bare, would that not mean losing a great deal of value?
After setting up camp, Xiapi City did not attempt any night raid. The night passed peacefully, and they safely reached the next day.
"General, this city... tsk tsk, it won't be easy to attack!" Lu Meng looked up at Xiapi City's walls, which stood more than five zhang tall, and smacked his lips.
Xuzhou had abundant wealth and provisions, and Xiapi City had been reinforced twice. Even throughout the entire Han, it counted as one of the strongest fortified cities. Otherwise, it could not have shouldered the important task of defending against the Han Army.
"Didn't they teach you at school that attacking the city is inferior, while attacking the heart is superior?" Wei Yan shot Lu Meng a glance.
"They did teach that, but attacking the heart sounds simple. In practice, it's far too vague!"