"Zhou Rong!"
Prince Qi glared angrily and shouted:"You still have the mood to drink? What on earth do you plan to do to break the city!"
"It has been forty days, and the heavy losses aside, this Shouyang city was difficult to capture from the start, you must think of a way, how can you indulge in drinking and merriment all day!"
"Life is to be indulged when successful, do not let the golden goblet face the moon empty."
Zhou Rong said nonchalantly:"The city will eventually fall, no rush."
"I command you to drink!"
Prince Qi drove away the dancing girls, snatched the wine cup and splashed it directly on Zhou Rong's face:"Zhou Rong! If you do not attack the city soon, I will inform the court, remove you from your post as Commander, and then chop off your head!"
"Your Highness, do as you please."