After watching the common people repeatedly thank Jiang Siming's army before heading home, Guo Jia came up with another idea.
"My lord, we can use this to tell the people in Guangling what Liu Bei is really like. That will also prevent him from using the same trick the next time Guangling falls." Guo Jia spoke.
Jiang Siming asked curiously, "Oh? How do we tell the people of Guangling?"
Guo Jia smiled. "We can prepare hundreds of thousands of pieces of silk and write about Liu Bei's actions on them, then shoot them into the city with arrows. That way, everyone in the city will see Liu Bei's true nature. When Guangling falls again, he won't have any civilians to shield him from the arrows."
"But wouldn't that mean giving Liu Bei hundreds of thousands of arrows for free?" Jiang Siming said, somewhat pained.
Xun Yu smiled. "My lord, rest assured. When we broke through Pengcheng just now, I went to inspect Liu Bei's armory. There were many damaged, discarded arrows inside. Those arrows were weak and had little killing power, but they could still fly very far, and they couldn't be recovered for reuse."
"That works, then. Go ahead and handle it. Let's take Guangling within three days and capture Liu Bei alive."
Jiang Siming had no desire to fight Liu Bei in another drawn-out war.
Over the course of two days, Guo Jia and the others enlisted all the scholars in Pengcheng to write hundreds of thousands of messages on silk, attach them to arrows, and have the strongest archers shoot them into the city.
Hundreds of thousands of pieces of silk detailing how Liu Bei had used civilians as human shields flew into every household in Guangling.
Although Liu Bei discovered them in time and recovered many