The Three Kingdoms began with island farming

Chapter 651: The Tyrant Goes Mad
Cao Cao breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Hubishaka III had finally corrected his attitude.

"This idiot has finally stopped."

Working with bad teammates is more tiring than fighting alone.

While being wary of the enemy, you also have to be wary of your teammates doing some mysterious things.

"Now we just need to maintain this balance. The next step will depend on Benchu ​​and the others."

Xi Zhicai nodded: "Bo Diao is not a person who can keep calm. It won't be long before the Kushan war situation will definitely usher in a turnaround."

The attempt to attack Bodho by bypassing the eastern part of Kushan was ultimately too long, and the logistical supply line was always controlled by Hubishekhar III.

In other words, in the current situation, Hubishekhar III needs Cao Cao's presence to keep the situation under control so that he dares not act rashly.

If they really used the eastern part of Kushan as a breakthrough point to launch a large-scale attack, it would be very likely that Poteo would join forces with Hubishekhar III to deal with them, which would be even more troublesome.

The seven kings did not have so much time to attack the city and capture the stronghold bit by bit, and they wanted a quick victory.

The best option is to break the defense line in the north, and then launch attacks from the east and south at the same time to form an encirclement and take down Kushan in one fell swoop.

For the following period of time, the eastern Kushan Empire fell into a strange balance.

Singer, who was aware of the strength of the Han army and could no longer fulfill his promise to Bodiao, was no longer obsessed with a quick victory. Instead, he reported the battle situation to Bodiao truthfully and continued to launch tentative attacks.

The target of the attack was naturally Hubishka III. Everyone knew that one should pick on the weak.

However, Hubishka III, who was frightened by the defeat, acted unusually difficult at this time.

This strategy of building a strong stronghold and fighting a stupid battle was implemented to the end.

No matter how Singh provoked or lured them, they just stayed in the camp and refused to leave.

Singh was also disgusted by this.

It would be fine if there was only one Hubishekhar III, but the problem is that there is also Cao Mengde around him.

When Singh led a large force to attack the camp of Hubiseka III, Cao Cao led his cavalry to attack the camp in the rear and forced them to turn back.

However, when Singh's troops were insufficient to attack Hubiseka III's camp, Cao Cao retreated into hiding.

Even though Singh adopted some deceptive strategies to lure Cao Cao, they were easily seen through and he took the opportunity to eat up many of Singh's scattered troops.

After several rounds of tug-of-war, Singh was completely exhausted from the beating.

This pairing is truly a perfect match.

The alliance relationship of half enemy and half friend has become an advantage for both sides.

Even if one of the two sides is in danger of being attacked and pursued, the other side does not care at all and remains as steady as an old dog.

But Singh didn't dare to put all his efforts into targeting one of the parties, otherwise he would be taken advantage of by the other party.

Just like that, under the unique pincer defense state of Cao Cao and Hubishekhar III, Singh completely admitted defeat and could only stay in the camp, report the situation to Potiao and seek help.

When Bo Diao, who was in Fulousha, learned about this, he was so angry that his teeth were about to break.

In a rage, his temper became more and more violent. He beat several maids around him to death for various reasons, and he even did it himself.

The civil and military officials under his command dared not say a word in the face of such a tyrant.

In this situation, they are helpless unless they take risky measures.

But if he uses risky tactics, it would be fine if he wins, but if he loses, with Bo Diao's temper, I'm afraid the whole family will be killed.

"Waste! It's all waste!"

Bodia's roar made the jewel chandeliers on the dome rustle. "Singh had an army of 100,000, but he was fooled by Hubiseka III and the Han people? I will punish him." Seeing that even Bodia's confidants were criticized so harshly, the civil and military officials on both sides of the hall did not dare to move.

The two who stood up yesterday have now been buried, but they haven't lived long enough.

Zalwan knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold marble floor. "Your Majesty, calm down. General Singh has done his best. It is really that the Han army and Hubishekhar III are too cunning and always avoid fighting."

"General Singh doesn't have enough troops, there's nothing we can do!"

"Bullshit! A hundred thousand troops! I gave him a hundred thousand troops, and he still doesn't have enough troops?" Bodiao kicked Zalwan, and the tip of his jewel-encrusted boot hit the other's shoulder heavily.

Zalwan was kicked to the ground, with a bitter look on his face.

The troops are only equal to those of the defenders. The enemy is determined to defend and has 30,000 elite cavalrymen to hold them back. In this situation, how can they easily win even with an army of 100,000?

After venting his anger, he looked at Zalwan's miserable appearance and realized his loss of composure, but he snorted coldly without lowering his head.

"Let's discuss it. What should we do?"

However, looking at Zalwan still lying on the ground, the ministers looked at each other, and each of them was silent, not daring to speak at all.

Seeing this, Bo Diao became even more furious and directly called out, "Then Luo Yan, you speak!"

Narayan looked disheartened and stepped out tremblingly: "Your Highness, I think what General Singh said makes sense. It would be best to send some troops to support us."

"It's that easy for you to say. Where are we going to send troops?" Bo Diao snorted coldly.

"Should we transfer troops from the northern border or from the capital?"

Narayan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said weakly: "Your Majesty, you can draw troops from the Western Army to help Singh."

"boom!"

The iron plate in his hand smashed directly onto Naluoyan's forehead. Blood splattered everywhere and Naluoyan fell down.

"idiot!"

"How could you think of transferring troops from the west?"

Naroyan’s injuries were not serious, but he pretended to be dead and fainted.

When Zalwan saw this scene, he sighed in his heart, but he did not sympathize with Naloyan.

The other party actually dared to bring up such a stupid idea. He is either stupid or treacherous.

The attitude of the Western Governor Surya is already very delicate. If we transfer him here at this time, who knows whether he will help or cause trouble.

If things go wrong, Singh's army will be outflanked.

He asked two or three ministers in a row, but they either gave vague answers or only agreed timidly. Bo Diao was so angry that he threw a few more iron plates at them.

All the ministers looked towards the waiter beside them.

Why do you use such a heavy iron plate to put the snacks and fruits? And why do you change it so frequently? Are you hoping that you and others won’t be hit enough?

The waiter was also feeling miserable at this time.

His two predecessors had been buried in the flower bed as fertilizer because they acted on their own. How could he dare to have any ideas of his own anymore?

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist!
After asking a minister again, Bo Diao's hand had already touched the iron plate, and he was ready to throw it with all his strength.

The minister, who was sweating profusely, suddenly panicked. Although Bo Diao knew that being hit would only cause serious injuries at most, everyone was living a life of luxury and no one would be willing to take such a hit.

In desperation, he suddenly thought of a suggestion made by a newly recruited staff member.

(End of this chapter)