All the arrows and bolts stored at the guardhouse were transferred to the city wall, where a group of soldiers was responsible for soaking the arrows in oil.
Daohua saw several catapults on the city wall, thought for a moment, and then had Dongli bring a batch of porcelain and clay jars, filling them with oil.
Gu Jian, Guo Ruomei, and Chu Lang all stood protectively to the left and right of Daohua.
Watching Daohua calmly and methodically discuss the city's defense with Dongli, the three of them felt reassured.
"Your son is really lucky to have married such a good wife," Chu Lang whispered to Guo Ruomei.
Even if Yan Yiyi did nothing, just standing on the city wall was an inspiration to the morale.
If it were any other delicate lady, she probably wouldn't have the courage to even climb up to the city tower, let alone offer strategies to repel the enemy.
Guo Ruomei shot him a glance: "That's because Yangyang is outstanding."
