He Lingchuan sneered, "Master Sun previously asked us to return to the south gate as soon as we were done. He warned us and threatened us, and also stipulated two hours. Don't you feel flattered? They only treat you like a bully. When did you become so considerate?"
Mao Tao immediately remembered the two words of Sun Guoshi's sincere words "remember".
"But just in case..."
"What if?" Sudden concern is often accompanied by ulterior motives, "What if something happens, what's the difference between here and at the South City Gate? If you really need to take refuge with them, just rush over."
He also spoke sincerely: "Do you think they care about our life or death? In that case, why should we care about them?"
Maotao thought for a while and nodded: "You are right, I listen to you!"
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He Yue was writing furiously in the official office.
The weather in Qiansong County is much better than that in Panlong Desert, but it is still extremely hot at the end of August, and everyone is waiting for thunderstorms to cool down Blackwater City.
Today was particularly boring. He was wiping sweat from his forehead while correcting official documents.
Seeing this, the officer at the back found a big cattail leaf fan and said, "Second Young Master, I'll do it."
After fanning twice, news came flying in from outside:
The Panlong Desert is showing its power, and the wild sand season is ahead of schedule.
Bang, the pen in He Yue's hand fell on the table, staining several documents.
The wild sand season has begun, but my father and eldest brother haven't come back yet.
Really bad news.
The policeman called him several times in a low voice, and He Yue finally came back to his senses and said in a solemn voice: "Security has sent more manpower. The city has not been peaceful these days."
Every time the wild sand season is advanced, it will lead to losses of human and financial resources. Disputes between the injured people, the families of the victims, and the chamber of commerce and brigade teams have skyrocketed.
In previous years, He Chunhua also often handled cases involving fights and deaths after the arrival of the wild sand season.
Thinking of his father, He Yue's heart felt cold.
Mrs. Ying waits for news at home every day. Should he send back the bad news?
That afternoon, he stayed in the official office for several hours, but was unable to handle any more official business.
It wasn't until dark that the young man stood up listlessly and prepared to go home.
Every time he went home, he never resisted as much as this time.
But then a messenger suddenly came and presented eleven crumpled, lacquered letters to him:
"The east road has been opened. This is the letter that has been accumulated in Jiaxin Pass. It was delivered at once."
When He Yue saw so many letters, his heart pounded: How many major events have happened in the east?
Qiansong County is located in a remote area, and there is no direct waterway from east to west. Letters from the capital must pass through Woling Pass and Jiaxin Pass to be delivered here.
The mountains along the road are steep and dangerous. If you take a detour, you will need to walk three months longer. The road conditions are also very bad, so generally no one does this.
Before He Chunhua went to Panlong Desert, he was thinking about the situation in the east. Even if he fulfilled his last wish, He Yue had to read these letters.
He opened one letter easily, looked at it twice, frowned, and quickly opened another letter.
Then comes the next one.
"That's unreasonable!" He Yue slammed his fist on the table, making a loud "bang" sound that startled the nearby police officers.
The Second Young Master He has always been gentle and elegant, like a replica of the county governor. Why is he so angry all of a sudden?
He Yue's eyes were red. This was the first time in his life that he felt such grief, anger and hatred.
"Father, brother, your death is not worth it!" He gritted his teeth and said, "We have all been deceived!"
The young man stood up and walked out.
Now, he had two pieces of bad news to send home.
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Nian Songyu moved the last box of crossbow arrows onto the wall.
Each box here weighs hundreds of kilograms. Even though he is a master of martial arts and can transport forty boxes to the wall, his arms feel numb and the soles of his feet feel heavy.
Sun Fuping had already stood on the wall and looked down: "Has everything been transported up?" He was old and had a high status, so naturally he would not do such chores.
Since He Lingchuan and the two were away, Nian Songyu would be responsible for these tasks.
"Well, it's gone." Nian Songyu gasped, "Those two bastards died somewhere, they were so slow!"
He rested for a while and then filled the weapon with special grease, also called kerosene.
Whether it is a long crossbow or a slingshot, its power is multiplied after being lit on fire, effectively killing the enemy. But now, the two of them are interested in their ability to set fire to the city.
Nian Songyu casually opened a box. He was startled at first, and then overjoyed: "It's actually a nail bomb!"
Cannons have appeared in the world for a long time, but their power is mediocre and the intervals between firing are long, so they are just fine for hitting people. The most they can do when blasting a wall is a pothole. Apart from the loud sound, it is not much more powerful than a ballistae.
But this box of "nail bombs" is made by adding tiny iron nails into the pig iron shells. After they land, they explode with flames in all directions, which not only kills people, but also easily causes infection.
Nian Songyu loaded the nail bullet and dusted his hands: "Is it two hours already?"
"It's almost over." Sun Fuping sat on the box and looked ahead, "The fire has not started in the north."
"The bandit was assigned to the north. Did he escape?" Nian Songyu came over and put up an awning. "Why don't we fire first?"
"hold on."
If the Imperial Master says you have to wait, then you must wait.
In the blink of an eye, another half hour passed.
The main street below the city was empty.
Nian Songyu took a few sips of water: "What do you think?"
"Give them a heads up?"
Nian Songyu shrugged his shoulders and shouted loudly: "He Lingchuan, go back to the south gate immediately!" There was also the bandit, but he couldn't remember his name.
He shouted three times in a row, which resounded throughout Panlong South City.
Maybe it was because the place was so spacious that there was an echo. If He Lingchuan was on his way, he should be able to hear it.
After waiting for a long time, the city was still empty.
He yelled again: "Light the fire at the south gate, you will be responsible for your life and death!"
The fire will start later, let alone other accidents, the fire will burn these two girls to death!
After another half an hour, Sun Fuping finally stood up: "The sand bandits are with He Lingchuan. They are on guard and will not come."
The fire in the north never started burning. If the sand bandit had not encountered an accident, he would have gone to join He Lingchuan.
"That brat from the He family is never angry with me." Nian Songyu asked him, "What should I do now?"
"Both the houses on the east and west sides are on fire. There is nothing abnormal. So the key to breaking the situation is indeed in the south. This is also in line with my inference. Those two boys, no, they are the boys from the He family who are suspicious.
. He is not as reckless as we thought." The fire in the distance seemed to dance in Sun Fuping's eyes, "You think it will be safe? You are naive! Let's light a fire."
The last three words he said were to Nian Songyu.
Nian Songyu hesitated slightly: "What was your original plan for the Blackwater City Army?"
"They are standing in my circle."
With just one sentence, Nian Songyu dispelled his doubts, lit the fire and loaded the crossbow.