rustle.......

The drizzle washed away the forest, puddles accumulated on the mud road, raindrops fell to the water surface, and rippled circles. Suddenly, the sound of "wow" water sounded, and the mud splashed, and the horse's hooves swelled up the mud and rushed over.

In the blue rain curtain, several riders ran wildly in the rain, following the mud path that was stepped out of countless steps under their feet, the direction was Hegu County. For more than a hundred miles, the soldiers who were good at riding horses and those who were practicing Taoism were only half an hour.

Chen Fu, Chen Jing and his disciples caught up with the 20,000 people led by Cao Shouren, got off the horse and walked behind. People around him shouted horses and neighed, and recruited civilians to carry siege and attack the city.

When he arrived at the central army, he looked at the endless military formations, and the line of guns and spears reflected a coldness. Chen Jing looked at the city wall and wanted to speak but stopped. However, the old man next to him rushed forward and spoke first.

"This city holds the heart to fight to the death, and then let them do it, General Cao! Send the order."

The general named Cao Shouren rode on a big blue and black horse, caressing the restless war horse, staring at the city more than 30 meters away in front of him. On the stretched walls, the soldiers guarding the city had raised shields. Many people could be seen running back and forth behind the shield, and their shouts could be vaguely heard.

This strong man turned out to be just the leader of the guards in the Chen Dynasty's palace. He was quite trusted by the late emperor Chen Shubao. He took back the imperial concubine and prince who came back to visit his relatives and got some capital to advance. Unfortunately, he encountered bad time and the homeland was gone in a while.

Afterwards, he opened the palace gate and surrendered, gritted his teeth and started over again. With his superb martial arts, he finally gained some capital and built a small school in Wantong County. He originally thought that he would achieve such a great achievement in his life.

But the emperor of the Chen Dynasty came back again, holding mysterious magic. During those days, he couldn't sleep all night. He sat up and looked at the thick hair and hair reflected in the bronze mirror. There were already some white marks. His clenched fists finally hit the table with a slight sound. He picked up the treasure knife hanging on the wall, put on armor, and attacked the city gate overnight with his confidant...

‘A person has been in a hurry for decades, so he cannot have regrets and bury it in the soil, even if he is wrapped in a horse and a corpse!’

His eyes swept across the city wall in the distance, took back his hand, stroking the mane of the war horse, slowly grasped the hilt of his waist, and in front of his vision, the soldiers siege were ready, crowded with people, lying on the top of the sea of ​​people, and countless feet were taken away, stepping forward together.

The flags were flying, under the banner of "Cao, "Chen", above the restless war horse, Cao Shouren pulled out the blade bit by bit, and the snow-white and cold sword face slowly raised it from his hand against the raindrops.

"Send the order!"

At some point, the sword was cut off.

The voice was majestic and resounded throughout the array: "——Siege!!"

The knight who was sending the orders urged his horse to run and sent orders along various square formations. The soldiers on the frame on both sides of the central army, heard the shouts of the orders, waved their arms and beat the war drums.

Dong!

Dong!

The drums continued, and after passing the city wall where countless figures ran around, there was a wet street with blue bricks. The pedestrians walked in panic and hurriedly. The shop drove away customers and quickly closed the store door. The man who stuck his head looked at it and was pulled in by his wife behind him. He ran into the door and inserted the door bolt.

The wind was heard and the households began to close their doors and windows, and it was hard to see anyone else on the street.

In Zhou’s house, raindrops dripped from the eaves, and the lights in the study swayed. The old man who was writing a letter vaguely heard something and stopped writing.

At the door, a servant stumbled past the eaves of the corridor. He was stopped by the old servant in charge, stood by the door, and pointed outside panting.

"Old... Master, something big happened, outside... call us."

The old servant who stopped this servant looked at Zhou Ying in the study worriedly. The latter's face was not very good, and his lips were pursed and his long beard was shaking slightly.

After a moment, the old man put down his brush, stood up by the inkstone, looked at the booklets and bamboo slips in the room neatly arranged on the bookshelf, took the pear wooden stick next to it, and walked out of the door.

"Master, what are you doing?!"

The old servant followed behind, shouted, and waved his other hand to the standing servant. The latter reacted, spread his legs and ran towards the backyard.

Zhou Ying ignored the servant's shouts and walked to the front yard. The sound from the distance became clearer. As the Grand Secretary of the Chen Dynasty's article on the Long Pavilion, the sound of war drums could still be distinguished.

"...... I keep saying that Chen Chao people are good at fighting, and how many Chen people die directly and indirectly at their hands."

He leaned heavily on the ground with a crutch.

"Not to be a son of man!!"

Immediately, the old servant asked the carriage to prepare, and then asked someone to run around to inform the scholars in the city. The old wife who came from the backyard came to stop him, but was pushed away by the old man.

Zhou Ying climbed into the car and tried hard to stand up straight. Her beard was angry and spread, trembling on her lips.

"What Mr. Shuhua dares to do, and I dare to do it too. The world's nine provinces are finally peaceful. How can these ants and insects be beaten up!!!"

Someone at home rushed out of the yard and went to stop the carriage. The old woman reached out to stop her. She watched the carriage drive away, then slowly lowered her hands, took a breath, straightened her back, and cursed with red eyes: "Old thing."

Turning back toward the surrounding servants, the maid raised her crutch and waved it.

"What are you doing with a sad face? Your master is going to do the right thing! He should be happy! He smiles at me!"

The street leading to the West City.

The carriage drove through the wet long street. Zhou Ying listened to the sound of war drums coming from the front and lifted the curtain to look at the street scene. It was empty. From time to time, soldiers riding horses came over. When they saw the carriage, they stopped to check. When they saw the old man sitting in the carriage, they immediately let it go.

"Master, I'm here..."

The trembling voice of the coachman sounded outside, parked in a carriage fifty feet away from the Xicheng Gate. The old man lifted the curtain and came down with a cane under the support of the coachman.

"Walk!"

Zhou Ying looked at the city gate where the soldiers gathered, and slowly passed by step. After forty or fifty steps, he became breathless. The county magistrate of the square city gate organized civilians to carry the equipment and stones to guard the city. When he saw the old man walking slowly, he naturally recognized it.

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, why are you here?!"

The old man nodded at him and said, "I'll take a look at what the traitors who harmed the people look like!" Then he passed the county magistrate and walked up to the city wall.

The soldiers passing by stopped and saw an old man in regular clothes coming up on his panic face, and his expression was stunned for a moment.

"An old man...who is that?"

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhou? He is the close friend of that Shuhua Gong."

"Really? I have heard of it, and I never thought I would see a real person today."

"I also said that it seems that Lu Lang of Qixia Mountain was also his bachelor's degree back then."

On the city wall, passing by the group of soldiers who were talking in a low voice, the old man came behind the shield-holding soldier, patted the other person's shoulder, and looked along the gap to see the lead-blue rain curtain outside.

With the drum beats, several square formations slowly pushed up, a ladder was slowly erecting. The archer guarding the city here also pulled up arrows at this time, and amid the general's screams, he raised his head high to the sky.

The old man was immersed in this golden and iron aura for a moment, looking down at the dark army pushing from outside, his long beards shook open, and his voice was no longer vibrant, and his roar was resounding in this moment of silence.
Chapter completed!