It was already approaching Xu time, and the sky was gradually getting dark. Although the Yellow Turban thieves were approaching, they did not come overnight to attack the city, but instead set up camp and stopped moving forward.
Fei Qian really didn't expect that the Yellow Turban thieves would be so bold, and they would point their troops directly at Hangu Pass...
Although they received the news that the Yellow Turbans were coming, the people slowly calmed down before it was time to attack. Although there is still the risk of being attacked tomorrow, at least there is not now.
Fei Qian did not climb the city wall, but walked along the east-west street in Hangu Pass. Hangu Pass was originally mainly used to defend against attacks from east to west, so the east wall itself was built to be more majestic and thick.
However, the city wall on the west side is not bad, and cannot be conquered by the Yellow Turban thieves who lack siege equipment.
Moreover, today's Yellow Turban thieves have lost their original vigor under the leadership of the three brothers Zhang Jiao. The kind of fanatical believers who are hypnotized by religious beliefs and fearless ants will indeed greatly damage the morale of the defenders.
But now that the three Zhang Jiao brothers have been beheaded, the so-called myth of the invulnerability of the Yellow Turban Warriors has long been shattered. Everyone knows that the Golden Thief is also an ordinary person who bleeds, suffers, and dies...
So now if the Yellow Turban thieves under the city have no siege equipment and want to use human ants to attack the city, they will definitely be defeated when facing a powerful pass like Hangu Pass, even if the west wall is slightly lower.
Blood flow.
However, the only unsafe factor now is that at the Hangu Pass, Zheng Kuai does not have many remaining troops. If there are about 3,000 regular soldiers, as now with sufficient military rations, it will be no problem to hold on for ten days and a half.
No.
But now we only have these few manpower to guard the walls on both sides, which is indeed insufficient...
Fei Qian raised his head and looked at the soldiers waiting to be garrisoned on the east wall. He shook his head and walked back. It was already getting late. Even if he wanted to leave Hangu Pass, he would have to walk on the mountain road tomorrow and overnight. In the Han Dynasty, this
Traveling to an area where the population density is not very high is undoubtedly an act of seeking death.
Fei Qian had just returned to the post house when he saw the postmaster directing the postmen to pour out the water from the water tanks in each courtyard...
"What is this for?" Fei Qian asked.
The postmaster hurriedly stepped forward and said, "For the record, Sir Fei, this water has been stored for a long time and breeds insects and ants, so it is thrown away. It will be refilled after washing."
"Oh!" Fei Qian nodded without saying anything in opposition.
When the postmaster saw this, he asked a few people to clean the water storage tank in the yard where Fei Qian, Huang Cheng and others lived. Immediately, several postmen put down the half-filled water storage tank next to them.
He went straight to Fei Qian's yard.
Fei Qian's heart suddenly moved, and he stopped the postmen who were about to push the jar, "It's getting late today, and it won't be too late tomorrow. Besides, the ground is covered with water. How can we inhabit it?"
"Ah? This..." The postmaster on the side laughed and said, "The land here is dry, and the water will disappear in a while. It won't be a problem. Besides, the smell of water is not good for the nobles' health..."
Fei Qian walked to the water tank, reached out and fished out some water and smelled it. It had a slight smell, but it was far from the point where the water smelled bad. He waved his hand and said, "Pour it out tomorrow."
The postmaster originally wanted to tell something, but when he saw Huang Cheng standing next to Fei Qian staring at him with an unkind look, he nodded and bowed and said: "Okay, okay, we'll do it tomorrow, we'll do it again tomorrow..."
After saying that, he laughed with him and led a few postmen out of the courtyard where Fei Qian and others lived.
The posthouse in Hangu Pass is quite large. In addition to the two-entry house at the front, there are four small courtyards for people to live in. There is also a large backyard behind it, which is specially used for parking.
Carriages and other vehicles, functional houses such as stables and kitchens are also in the backyard.
Fei Qian, relying on his status as the Minister of Zuo, specially asked for a courtyard to live in. Anyway, the temperature was not too high, and it would not feel too stuffy even if people were crowded together.
When the postmasters and postmen of the post station walked out of the yard, Huang Cheng said: "Fei Langjun, these people feel... there seems to be something fishy..."
There is nothing wrong with cleaning the water tank, but the time is wrong.
Because people in the Han Dynasty generally followed a two-meal diet, most of the time for working was between the two meals, that is, before and after morning and evening preserved foods. It was rare that they suddenly came to work when it was getting late.
Although working people at this time do not have any idea of overtime pay for working overtime at night, it is true that unless there is an emergency, people are rarely required to work at night...
The other thing is that now that the Yellow Turban bandits are approaching the city, the postmaster of a posthouse suddenly comes to care about whether the water in the water storage tank in the posthouse smells bad?
What kind of person does this need to think about?
Fei Qian nodded. He had realized this just now and stopped the postmaster from letting people pour the water in the courtyard, although he couldn't figure out why for the moment.
As a precaution, Fei Qian asked Huang Xu to quietly take some people to guard the carriages and horses in the backyard. They were also divided into two shifts and took turns to rest. Huang Cheng took the remaining soldiers in the courtyard.
The night was already deep, but Fei Qian had no sleepiness.
Too many things happened today, and they all happened in such a way that I felt caught off guard.
Especially the fact that the Yellow Turban bandits came to the city is really weird.
It was as if there was a large piece of fat right next to it that was easily accessible, but he chose to suck out the scant marrow from the hard bone.
Unless Mianchi's army has already rushed towards Xin'an, leaving these Yellow Turban troops with nowhere to go and can only go here, otherwise there is really no explanation.
However, there are still some unexplainable problems...
The night is like a thick layer of black veil, shrouding everything around.
Suddenly there were some small and scattered sounds outside the yard. They were scattered and did not attract much attention at first, but then they became more and more numerous.
One of Fei Qian's guards opened the courtyard door and wanted to go out to check. He had just opened the door halfway and was shot down by an arrow flying in from outside. His screams before his death alerted everyone in the small courtyard.
everyone...
Several torches were thrown out and landed at the door of the yard. With a bang, fire rose into the sky!
I don't know when a lot of hay was piled at the entrance of the yard, and kerosene seemed to be poured on it. The flames spread extremely quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it seemed to surround the entire yard. The air seemed to be filled with flames.
Burning hot...
By the time Fei Qian rushed out of the room, the fire had spread to all sides of the courtyard, surrounding the entire courtyard and quickly devouring everything around it. All life was reduced to nothingness in the raging flames, and a rolling heat wave hit his face.
Come!
Through the jumping flames, Fei Qian saw that the faces of the soldiers outside the door seemed to be distorted. The leader looked like Zheng Ke, the commander of Hangu Pass!
Zheng Kuai cupped his hands in the firelight and said loudly: "Servant Fei, it's better to leave without seeing him off!"
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