As the saying went, you have Zhang Liang's Stratagem, but I have an Over-the-Wall Ladder.
Perhaps when the Cao Army had thought of using Siege Crossbows against Heavy Infantry, they had already considered how to counter them. These shield carts must have been within their calculations as well.
The shield carts had just entered the Cao Army's fortress when they were stopped. The huge trenches and chevaux-de-frise had completely blocked their path.
Wang Xuan cursed and decisively ordered his men to pull back. I refuse to believe I have no way to deal with you lot!
For five straight days, Wang Xuan launched no further attacks. It was not until the sixth day that...
One small catapult after another was pushed forward under the protection of Heavy Infantry. Xiahou Dun watched from a distance, his brows knitting involuntarily. He did not think Wang Xuan believed that small catapults alone could break through their carefully designed military fortress, but neither did he think Wang Xuan would be making a useless show.
Indeed, the true killing move was not the so-called small catapults, but the coarse earthenware pots being pushed forward one by one.
The pots had tiny openings stuffed with cotton cloth, but because the pots were so porous, waves of pungent fumes could still be smelled.
They said that water and fire showed no mercy. Wang Xuan simply refused to believe that once he set everything ablaze, the Cao Army would still have any way to resist.
As for the oil, it just so happened that the Shu Region had the stuff. When they had once been extracting Well Salt, they had struck oil. Some time ago, Wang Xuan had happened to see it while idly looking through the Bamboo Slips abandoned by the great clans.
In fact, petroleum had