Sixth year of Taixing.

The stars move, the sun and the moon pass by.

The fierce fighting and continuous struggle between people seems to never stop.

Among them, there is inevitable collision and fusion of various circles.

『Pan! Dongdong!』

The courtyard of Zuixian Tower was full of people, with long gowns and short jackets. In the venue, it was not a charming dancer, but a storyteller. The drums were ringing, and the storyteller was filled with emotions. "Today I will tell you a story, as Zhao's corruption is approaching, collusion with wealthy families to bully the good..."

The storyteller talked.

A scholar frowned downstairs.

In the middle of the yard, those people in the venue had already laughed with the storyteller's story. For them, although they could not see a corrupt official fall down with their own eyes, they could hear that a corrupt official was taken down and then taken to the guillotine, especially when the corrupt official fell from above, it would naturally cause emotional venting among these ordinary people.

"Zhao's son, today is the same!"

The storyteller beat the drums of the hand drums, just like the war drums of the conquest, which aroused cheers from everyone in the venue.

The scholar walking in the corridor upstairs breathed a long sigh, then arrived at the door of a elegant room, signaled to the guard standing at the door, and walked in. Behind him was a noisy condemnation in the yard downstairs.

『Brother Zhao is here?』

『Come! Brother Zhao, drink, drink...』

Several scholars in the elegant room greeted him.

Brother Zhao also seemed to be careless, and forced a smile, bowing to everyone. The others in the elegant room also responded to him with a smile.

The fate of the Zhao family in Linjing is destined and cannot be changed. Whether these storytellers have spoken or not, it doesn’t matter to the people in Linjing Zhao family. Because those who were killed were killed and those who were arrested were arrested, even if these storytellers describe them, the Zhao family in Linjing could not hear it.

Even if I hear it, there is nothing to say.

But the others are different.

For example, Zhao, who is not "Linjing".

The sounds of "Zhao's sons" were like slapping their faces.

For example, "Brother Zhao" who just came in.

"Brother Zhao" Zhao was not old at that time and had not yet entered middle age, but he was relatively old in the elegant room. He was only a little older, at most one or two years old.

Of course, if you are old, you may not be called brother, but because Zhao Yan had a good status in this circle before, he was called "Brother Zhao" by others. Now, it is obvious that some people think that Zhao is not worthy of "Brother".

In the circle, whoever loses the right to speak will lose everything.

"What did you say……"

『How...maybe...

"whee……"

『Today is also...』

This rustling sound is not only in the courtyard, but also in the elegant room.

Zhao Yan's forehead was a little painful. He didn't want to go out or attend this party, but the problem was that he could refuse once or twice, but he couldn't refuse all the time. This is the case in the mutual social circle of the children of the gentry. If you have something to do, you can't participate in it. It's normal. Everyone has a sick or inconvenient time. But if you don't participate for a long time, then the person will quickly disappear in this circle...

It takes a certain amount of effort to come in again after disappearing.

What does a circle do?

Exchange interests.

The children of the gentry, whether news or materials, are all interests, and exchanges with each other. In a word, there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of exchanges. It is completely different concepts of digging food from the soil, one big money and one big money saving.

Therefore, if it does not appear for a long time, then Zhao Yan's original position, or the part of Zhao Yan's market, will be divided up by other people.

"Brother Zhao...what is wrong with you?" The person sitting near Zhao Ju asked with a faint smile, who seemed to be concerned.

Everyone who was just chatting and drinking and drinking suddenly became quiet and exchanged glances with each other. They might not have any special malicious intentions towards Zhao Yu, but after all, this is the case in the circle. It is normal to chase the rise and fall, and to make the most of the money and step on the black. There have been various situations in other families before. Could it be that Chengdu has to be sympathetic?

Zhao Yan raised his head, put down his hand rubbing his forehead, and looked around for a week. His expression was a little complicated. His mind seemed to be no longer in this elegant room. He seemed to be looking at the people in the elegant room, and he seemed to be looking at something else, "Haha...Great...

『Hmm? Brother Zhao...you are...』

『Haha…』 Zhao Yan smiled, then his face jumped, as if something was about to run out under the face, and he was trying hard to control it,『...If I said, we all calculated wrongly, thought wrongly, everyone... I mean, everyone... have been calculated completely, what would you think?

"…" There was a silence, and no one answered.

"Half a year ago, a year ago, think about it, you might as well think about it a little..." Zhao Yan looked out the window and murmured, "Haha, the Zhao family in Linjing is certainly the most calculated, but what about other places? Hanzhong, Sichuan, and you and me..."

"This... Brother Zhao means..."

"That's what I mean." Zhao Yan pointed out the window and pointed at the ordinary people who were listening to the storyteller in the yard, laughing and scolding for a while, "Look... everything is here..., placed on the table, and placed in front of you and me! Even if you beat me, you will clear together! Haha, I only realized it now..., I only realized it now...,"

Zhao Yan seemed to be unable to hold back his emotions. He raised the wine bowl on the table and said, "To the cavalry! Haha, to the cavalry! It's simply...it's just a planner...

Zhao Yan raised his head and drank, while the others in the elegant room looked at each other, some thoughtful, while others looked around in a daze.

Zhao Yan took a deep breath, finally raised his head and smiled. "Sorry, everyone, I've lost my composure... I'll forgive me..."

Zhao Yan approached the man and helped Zhao Yan refilm the wine bowl. "Since Brother Zhao has gained something, why not... share with me one or two?"

Zhao Yan turned his head slightly, looked at the man close to him, and then his eyes turned around, "You... didn't you think it out?"

"Yes, please give me advice from Brother Zhao..."

"Ah, yes, please give me advice from Brother Zhao!"

『Please give me advice from Brother Zhao!』

The twitching and trembling under Zhao Yan's face calmed down and he smiled slightly, "Well... Since you want to know, then Brother Yu is so ugly, and you can only say something... This rider's technique is far-sighted... It's no wonder that the Zhao family in Linjing fell and disappeared... You guys, you might as well think about the time when he planned the past year...

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The battles and bloodshed again and again made thousands of people who originally lived in the land around Guangling, either plundered or migrated.

The vacant abandoned villages and towns rippled with a strange and dead atmosphere in the dusk.

In the mountains and forests, there are occasionally traces of birds and beasts.

A squirrel stood on a tree branch on the edge of the forest, holding a nut in his arms, as if gnawing, and looking at the village left by humans.

Grass and moss have spread in the village...

The two of them are the vanguards of nature.

These originally represented the circle of human beings. As soon as human activities disappear, they will soon become paradises for various animals and plants in nature.

Human beings themselves are still creating forbidden zones of life and consuming the territory pioneered by their ancestors.

It's like going down to the water.

The territory is not big, but the disputes are not small.

『Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The crazy shouts gathered together, making everyone's eardrums almost useless.

The bright red blood color is under the feet, in the hands, in the eyes, and on all objects reflected in the pupils.

The ladder that climbed the city was pushed forward in a madness, and then sandwiched against the city wall of Xiaxiang.

The sword light and blood light kept flashing repeatedly at the top of the ladder. Jiangdong soldiers pushed the ladder wildly, but the strings of Cao Jun were all over the ladder, like candied haws covered with tomato sauce, sticking to the city wall and unable to push them at all.

A Cao army reached out and climbed on the battlement of Xiaxiang. Just as he was about to climb into the city, a sword flashed. Zhou Tai chopped off the Cao army's hand with one knife, then kicked the broken Cao army off the city.

"Where are other people! What about others?!"

At the lieutenant next to him who was half covered in blood, Zhou Tai widened his eyes and shouted. Before the lieutenant could answer, Zhou Tai rushed to the edge of the battlement, poked his head out and took a look.

Cao's army flocked to the defensive surface of Xiaxiangshuiguan.

"There are only so many people! General! All the other brothers are dead! Cao's army rushed up just now..." The captain with blood on the face shouted, "The fork rod is not enough! He was chopped by Cao's army! There are also the rolling stone wood used up... General, General! We need reinforcements! Reinforcements!"

Outside the city wall of Xiaxiang, Cao's army's offensive was like a tide, one wave higher than another. Although there were still people inside Xiaxiang City, they did not dare to use it at all!

Zhang Yu's escape forced Zhou Tai to face an extremely harsh situation.

Or they killed all the surrendered Guangling soldiers and were forced to face the counterattack of Cao's army with less than a thousand soldiers, or they took the risk to assist these Guangling soldiers and laborers, and at the same time they had to be careful of rebellion that might arise at any time...

If you choose the first one, if there is no reinforcements, it means that Zhou Tai needs to give up the lower court at any time, otherwise the less than 1,000 Jiangdong soldiers will definitely not be able to defend.

If you choose the second one, you may be at risk of internal and external outbreaks in the lower court at any time. The more urgent the Cao army attacks, the more likely these Guangling surrendered soldiers will be torture.

When Zhou Tai killed some of the Guangling surrendered soldiers and was still hesitant and not completely killed, Cao's army arrived.

Zhou Tai seized the lower court, which was his merit, but it also meant that it was his burden.

Compared with the entire Xuzhou or Xia Pi, it is a very small circle. If you look at it more and pay more attention to it for a moment, you will not look at it now. However, it has become an imprisonment that Zhou Tai cannot leave and cannot avoid!

At this time, the soldiers guarding the city of the Jiangdong Army could be said to be the more elite soldiers in Jiangdong. Because they received special care from Sun Quan, Zhou Tai was relatively sufficient for his private soldiers, whether they were training on weekdays or the soldiers' weapons and food and salary, and their morale was also high. Faced with the attack of Cao's army, these soldiers of Zhou Tai were not afraid or fleeing, but that was the case. After all, the number was just that. As the casualties continued to increase, they would be exhausted sooner or later.

Xiaxiang City Defense was not very good before. Even after Zhou Tai captured it, it repaired it all winter, and it was just a promotion from a dilapidated to a sloppy and sloppy.

The city defense feels like it may collapse at any time.

But after all, it has not collapsed yet...

Zhou Tai didn't know how long he could last. He just felt that the embarrassing situation in front of him seemed to have signs that had appeared very early, but he didn't think of these things at that time.
To be continued...