Qin Langchuan asked: "Why didn't he kill you?"

Hsinchu said: "I was still in the cabinet at that time, so he naturally didn't notice it. He killed several senior brothers at that time, and the master was so scared that his master sat on the ground. What's even more strange is that the Tartars could speak Chinese. He said, don't be afraid, if you want to save me, I won't harm you, but others must not stop killing me. The master kowtowed and thanked me. The Tartars asked Senior Brother Changhai just now what happened to the Ming army in the temple. The master said that the Tartars nodded and took off the heavy armor on his body. It turned out that there was a layer of light armor inside him. Although he was also penetrated by a musket, he was not injured deeply. He used a knife to cut out the iron bullets on his chest, pulled the cloth strips and bandaged it. He tied the master's hands and feet, blocked his mouth, and turned around with his bow and went out for a long time without any movement. I

He wanted to come out to check out the closet but didn't dare. Later, he came back and took a knife to open the cloth strip on his master's hand and asked him to escape, and then left. The master went out and walked around, "All dead, all dead, sin, what should I do? What should I do?" He kept crying, tied a long ribbon in the room and wanted to hang himself, but when he stepped on the stool and put his head in, he was hesitant. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. The master was so scared that his stool was tilted and the stool was tilted. He just hanged it like that. I came out and went outside to see. It turned out that the senior brothers in the temple had been killed, and there was a big fire in the side hall. The gunpowder depot exploded. When he heard the messy people coming, he was afraid and hid again."

A soldier suspected: "Your master is going to commit suicide, why don't you come out to stop him?"

A hint of hatred flashed across Hsinchu's beautiful face in the light, and it turned slightly red. Her eyes were lowered, and her eyes moved to the corner where no one was, and she said softly: "He...he makes me feel so painful every time, and she doesn't care about my life or death..."

Qin Langchuan couldn't help but frowned, thinking that if I listened to it, I would have to spit here. General Yan waved his hand to lead everyone out. Some of the soldiers even scolded and kicked Hsinchu, spitting out "pah".

The night sky is dark and silent, without stars or moon, the palaces in the courtyard are lush, the horns are majestic, and the autumn wind is rushing between the eaves, making the bell sound crisp and the distance is clear.

Qin Langchuan took a long breath and looked solemn: "It seems that the only one who killed the monks and the Gunpowder Depot guards in this temple should be the only one Tartar, and there are no other spies. He can kill so many people in a short time without causing alertness and commotion. He must be a good assassination player. Now this person is lurking in the city and must carry out sabotage activities. Generals at all levels must be especially careful."

Chang Sihao said: "From the known situation, he is tall, with wounds on his chest, braids, and good at using bows and arrows and Mongolian knives. Although he is extraordinary, his appearance is very different from that of our Han people, so it is not difficult to search." General Yan nodded and ordered the soldiers to interrogate Hsinchu, draw figures for distribution everywhere, and dispatched another team of troops to search for any other enemy soldiers who had escaped from the air.

Back to the west of the city, Qin Juexiang came up from afar. After hearing Chang Sihao's passing, he cursed: "I knew that monks had nothing good, their scalps were shaved, and their minds were full of thieves and prostitutes!"

Xin Lu was sitting on the top of the city and taking a nap with a sword. When she heard it from afar, her eyes swept over coldly. Qin Juexiang didn't realize it: "We fight bloody, but he saved the Tartars and wanted to save his life through his merits. He deserves it!"

Chang Sihao gave him a wink and poked him: "One code is one code, why did you open your mouth and bring all the monks with you?"

Qin Juexiang turned around and saw Xin Lu, scratched his head and felt embarrassed, and waved, "Sister Xin Lu, don't be too careful. I'm talking about the monks of Huayan Temple. I'm not talking about you. Although you have a shiny head, you are so beautiful, how could you be full of thieves and prostitutes?" Qin Langchuan cursed, "If you can't speak, don't fart!" Qin Juexiang closed his mouth with a bitter face, didn't dare to look at him, turned around and folded his hands to Xin Lu and bowed directly.

Xinlu was not surprised by him, and she had no expression on her face, closed her eyes and continued to rest.

When they returned to the Arrow Tower, all the generals at all levels arrived, with dark and depressed faces on their faces. They all knew that there was no ammunition left, and the only thing left on the city was not useful. The Tartars would have to be exhausted after one charge, and they might not be able to support a charge. Although they could still fight with the Tartars, it was a world of difference compared to having firearms to assist in the battle.

General Yan explained the matter of Huayan Temple in detail at the simple conference table, threw the pair of heavy Tartar armor on the table, and the generals surrounded him and watched, their eyes fell on the ghost-faced moth on the collar, their eyes immediately widened, and they looked at each other, with a little nervous expression. General Yan felt that the atmosphere was wrong, so he asked, "What, is there any problem? Just say it!"

The general of the sect said, "Sir, according to our opinion, the Tartars must be Morigen."

Chang Sihao heard the name sounded a little familiar, and remembered that outside Datong City, Qibeishan once mentioned that this man seemed to be in the same rank as Borigude and Sukhbashou in the Tartars, and they were all famous generals.

General Yan said: "I have heard of Mo Rigen. It is normal for him to lead the Eagle Winged Soldier to attack the city this time. Why are you so nervous?"

The general said, "Sir, you have not been in office for a while and don't understand the situation in Altan's army. Morigen is quite famous. He has a nickname called Wuyingzi. He is very good at assassination and disguise. All the actions are issued by Altan himself. The Tartars all know that he is in the army, but no one knows where he is. This man is proficient in bows and horses, and is particularly skilled in archery. The arrows shot out will turn..."

"Fuck me!" Qin Juexiang almost cursed at the side and muttered: "What a fucking fart! Even if you are scared by him, exaggeration is not so exaggerated. If he can shoot cornering arrows, I can pull the triple edge shit!"

The general of the genitals saw that the Qin family had a bad expression, and was nervous, his eyes flashed a little, and he did not dare to exaggerate any more, and continued: "...He, he was named a light warrior in the Tatars. The ghost-faced moth was his mark, and he took the moth to throw a fire, and he would spare his own life for the light in his heart."

General Yan Yuan frowned when he heard this, thinking that he would not stop him from talking, but he seemed to be panicked when he looked at the generals' expressions. This mentality could not be changed by banning words. Chang Sihao looked at the generals' heads and minds, and felt indescribable annoyance. He stood up and said loudly: "So what if Mo Rigen is powerful? Are you afraid of being assassinated by him, so he raised his hands to surrender?"

All the generals were stared at by him. Although he was a decent official in the court, the eyes of this civilian boy really made people feel cold in his heart at first sight. For a moment, no one spoke, and the air in the room was a little depressed.

The general of the gang said as if he was *****: "Sir, the gunpowder depot is now being bombed, and more than 70,000 Tartars camped outside to watch Dandan. It is not good for us to fight again. Altan's crime has been reported for more than half a month, and the court has no letter. Lord Wang Chonggu doesn't know what the situation of the war is. It is impossible to wait for Shuozhou to come to support. Now, our place has become an isolated city."

Chang Sihao, Qin Langchuan, Chen Shengyi exchanged glances, thinking that if the heart of becoming an official is unstable, the morale of the army below will be dispersed.

General Yan leaned back on the back of the chair, put his hands together between his abdomen, and his eyes swept back and forth on the faces of the generals for a few times, without saying a word for a long time. General Yan looked at me, I looked at you, I don’t know what the general was going to do. After a while, General Yan got up and said, “Go and go to the city.”

The night sky was as dark as ink. A few steps up the city was standing a bracket made of three wooden sticks, with an oil pan at the top, the core rope spread out and the flames were swaying.

Everyone followed General Yan from the arrow tower, looking at the fires and stars of Altan's camp far outside the city, staggered and connected into a city. It was vaguely seen that the patrol patrol sent their patrols to travel back and forth. The city was silent, and the houses were dark and lonely. There were wounded soldiers sitting and leaning against each other, tied up in small piles and whispering to each other.

General Yan raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone!"

The loud voice spread from afar, and even the defenders on both sides of the north and south could hear it clearly. The people who were talking stopped, turned their faces and stood up, and looked at the city.

Looking at these gazes, General Yan felt heartbroken: the soldiers' eyes were full of hesitation, anxiety and despair, the morale of the army was already in chaos, and this city... is probably over!

He knew that the incident of gunpowder being bombed had spread, and it was useless to conceal it. He took a long breath and shouted loudly: "Everyone knows it, right? The gunpowder depot of Huayan Temple was bombed, and there was nothing left!"

The troops were in a turmoil, and no one expected that the adults could open their mouths and stab the matter out.

"I think you all know what this means to us! Outside the city—" General Yan pointed his hand back, "There are troops of more than 70,000 Altan, and as long as he kills in, there will be only one ending - the massacre of the city! The Tartars' credit has never been a prisoner, only the number of heads! The people in Jingping are innocent, and they do not even have the ability to resist, and they still die tragically under the Tartars' sword! Do you think there is any reason to say with these dog-fighting beasts?"

The soldiers were stunned for a moment and responded loudly: "No!"

General Yan said: "As a great Ming Dynasty, soldiers who have been stationed in the border for many years, do you think you are worse than those dogs and Tartars? Not bad, firearms provide us with strong combat power, but - I always believe that the ultimate decisive factor of a war is human! Without gunpowder, will we lose? Nonsense! Look at what the Tartars are in their hands? It is a bow and arrow! It is a scimitar! When Taizu took a big stick and pulled the Tartars out of the Central Plains, they were in their hands with these broken copper and iron!"

The troops burst into laughter.

General Yan slowly glanced around: "When we are walking around the streets on a daily basis, which common people nodded and bowed respectfully, respected "Mr. Master"? Everyone, do you think you are very capable? How powerful is it? No! They respect us because when we fight, we will fight for them and block the swords and guns of the Tartars for them! Now the time is here, should we stand out and fight, or surrender? Escape? Go into the well and hide and be a turtle?"

The troops below were silent and froze there.

General Yan calmed down his tone and his face became much more serious: "God gave a backbone to make people stand straight, not lying down like a dog! Let me tell you, a man, a man, a man, and a man, can't carry such a deep shame! You may not believe that twenty years ago, I was a deserter while fighting against the Japanese in the coastal coast, but I am now a general. Do you know the reason for this?"

When the soldiers heard this, they all looked at each other and thought, "What's wrong? The General has ever been a deserter? What's even more surprising is that he can actually admit his own affairs today. Those who have been deserters are naturally extremely timid and cowardly, so how could they be promoted to high-ranking officials? This is really hard to understand.

"Because--," the voice paused, and when the whispers gradually subsided, General Yan continued to shout: "I met a hero, a heroic swordsman! He was the old Mr. Qin Langchuan standing beside me! He said something to me at that time, with only sixteen words, but it changed my life. Do you want to hear it? He said: 'How can one be afraid of death? Life is enough to be happy, how can one be greedy for life!'"

When these words came out, the city was solemn and quiet.

"...These sixteen words have always been remembered in my heart for twenty years! Now, what I want to say is: Brothers! Don't let yourself face the eyes of your children and grandchildren decades later! When they crawl on your knees with yearning and reverence, we should proudly tell him: Your grandfather's two round bones did not kneel on the ground back then, but pressed on the face of the enemy! Your grandfathers fought side by side with swords and guns on the head of Datong decades ago, and their belts were hung with Tartars' heads! The battlefield has always been only for men, men whose heads can be broken, blood can flow, their butts cannot be twisted forward, and their bodies cannot fall down! They belong to heroes from the heroic nation of the heroic country!"

General Yan's words were sonorous and powerful, like a bell hit by a metal and stone, echoing among the city, and every word was extremely clear.

"Sir, right!"

"Defend Datong to the death!"

"Datong will win! Datong will win!" Everyone raised their swords and guns, and the whistle sounded and the crowd was full of enthusiasm. Most of the officers who had a decadent look looked ashamed, and then, like everyone else, raised their arms and shouted.

General Yan felt a little relieved when he saw the army like this, and tears unknowingly overflowed on his eyelashes.
Chapter completed!