While Ma Teng was tearing out his hair strand by strand, and while Ma Chao was roaring as he fought his way into Han Sui's camp inside the city, Wang Xuan's army finally approached the pass.
When Ma Teng heard the "rumble, rumble" coming from below the city walls, when he finally saw the hazy figures, and when Wang Xuan finally remembered that he should light the torches, Ma Teng... was moved to tears!
Wang Xuan had arrived, and Ma Teng's heart finally settled back into his stomach. Only then did he notice what exactly was making that "rumble."
A huge iron vehicle five meters long, three meters wide, and three meters high, with a sealed top!
As Ma Teng stared dumbfounded, more than twenty people inside forcefully pushed it into the gate passage. Then, ten thick iron stakes over a meter long were hammered down viciously.
Only after the huge iron vehicle had been completely secured in the gate passage did the army surge inside in a mighty procession.
Ma Xiu opened his mouth, tugged at Ma Teng's sleeve, and pointed at the iron vehicle in the gate passage. "What... what is that for?"
Ma Teng was worthy of being an old hand. He quickly understood and gave his son a bitter smile. "They're obviously guarding against us!"
"Once that iron vehicle is shoved into the gate passage, it completely eliminates the possibility of closing the city gates. Things like a thousand-jin gate bar can't be lowered anymore. In other words, even if we really surrendered falsely and planned to lure them into a trap, it would still play right into their hands. Once the city gates are rendered useless, what difference would it make how many tricks we tried? The city's fall would only be a matter of