The Jin people are famous all over the world for their toughness. For nearly a hundred years, they have been eyeing the country with eager eyes, showing their sharp claws and fangs at any time, and never let go of any opportunity to take action.
When the dynasty is strong, they will bow their heads and become brothers to the emperor. Once the emperor is weak, the treasury is empty, and the army is as thin as paper, they will immediately take action and pounce on him.
What's more, the Jinlu also controlled the Qiang people, and the Qiang people were even better at fighting. It was common for one person to be as good as ten.
With such a foreign race, even peace talks cannot make people feel at ease.
The students held their hearts high, and in the hot autumn weather, they were sweating, their mouths were dry, and their eyes were fixed.
Two quarters of an hour later, they saw Jin Lu.
Jin Lu rode his horse, with dust rising from the sky behind him. His agility and strength when riding his horse were almost innate. Every move he made was unrestrained and heroic. Such vigorous and majestic posture and endurance of hardships are indeed rare.
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Different from the Qiang people, their clothes, scarves, hats, and boots are very similar to those of the Han people. The three people surrounded by the cavalry are all purple, and under the sun, the waists of the guards are shining with gold and silver.
, there is even a flash of green color, which can be seen as gold, silver, jade and other objects.
When they got close, Jin Lu got off his horse and walked into the fort amidst the sound of drums and trumpets.
Cheng Ting took the lead and turned cold. Regardless of his husband's obstruction, he said angrily: "Look at what these barbarians are wearing. They look like monkeys! It's obvious that they covet our country!"
The teacher quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth: "Shut up!"
The students were awe-struck, and a surge of vigor suddenly arose in their hearts - Jinlu liked to learn from the Han people, but not to learn from their masters, but to kill and plunder. As long as they encountered Han people, they would kill them all, regardless of gender, age or child.
The head was thrown into the wilderness.
For such a foreign race, even peace talks are nothing more than a delaying tactic and a way to recharge their batteries.
Cheng Ting snorted and reluctantly closed his mouth.
Everyone was silent and just looked down silently. However, after Jinlu entered the fort, there was no movement and no one came in or out.
Everyone was tired from standing, sat down on the rocks, tired from sitting, and felt hungry, but there was still no movement. No matter how intense the discussion was in the castle, they could not hear a word on this mountain.
It seems there is no need to look any further.
Jiaoyu left first, and then the students from Tunan Academy also returned to the fort. The students from Zhouxue watched in twos and threes for a while, then slowly dispersed. In the end, only Wu Jin and Cheng Ting were left standing in the same place.
Cheng Ting whispered to Wu Jin: "Why do we have to make peace? I think it is better to fight and drive the Jinlu back to their hometown in one battle, what do you think?"
Wu Jin has thought about this question thousands of times.
He slowly answered Cheng Ting: "I think the current situation is both inevitable and inevitable. The fortress is no longer impregnable, natural disasters are coming again, and the military pay for the DPRK and China seems to be insufficient. After the war broke out, the DPRK and the Central Government - the DPRK and the Central Government could not even control it.
Due to the price of food, even if His Majesty has the ambition to eradicate the Jinlu, he must first settle down."
His eyes saw more than Cheng Ting - Shishi Street became turbulent. One family moved out because they could not pay the rent, and another family moved in. When they first moved in, they still had decent clothes.
After ten days and a half, they began to discuss selling their children and daughters in the house.
The bakery's business also declined a lot, so Wu's mother broke one penny into two pennies to spend in order to pay off her debts and survive at the same time.
The homeless child became a mouse, dragging a bed of tattered cotton wool and making dens everywhere. He carried a basket to sell cakes on Yuhua Street at night, and often disturbed the nests of beggars.
He went to Li Yitie's medicine shop to deliver cakes once, and found that the business in the medicine shop was very bleak - if he could not afford to fall ill, he would die.
This war that lasted for three years was unjust from the beginning. It was not even a fight between two dynasties, but was started by the selfish motives of the Mo family. Even the troops in the fortress were not benevolent and righteous troops.
Wu Jin thought that he should stop and let those who were tired of living take a breath.
Cheng Ting didn't know the price of rice. He only knew that after the locust plague, the Cheng family bought a servant. It was much cheaper than when he bought Panda Dahai.
I didn't think about it carefully at the time, but now that I think about it, the people are already in great hardship.
His aggrieved heart gradually subsided, and he went back to rest with Wu Jin. After lunch, Wu Jin went out to see the situation in Zhangjiabao. The sun was too strong, so Cheng Ting stood with him for a quarter of an hour before withdrawing dejectedly.
, only Wu Jin was left standing in the unobstructed sun.
His head and heart were hot from the sun, and his body was sweating. When he was about to go back to drink water, he suddenly saw a cloud of dust rising from the southwest.
This is the direction Jin Lu came from!
When the sun was shining, the wind was just a breeze, and it couldn't even move the sleeves of his robe. How could he raise so much dust?
Unless there are countless horse hooves trampling in the distance.
If the Jinlu soldiers were stationed there, the dust would not slowly move towards him.
He suddenly turned around, ran like crazy, and rushed into Hengshan Fort. Without any composure, he walked straight in front of the teachings, forgetting to even salute.
Without enough time to catch his breath, he said intermittently: "Jin, Jinlu. There is an ambush."
He stuttered about the five words, and he was sweating profusely and breathing heavily: "Mo, Zhangjiabao is in danger."
In the Zhangjia Fort, Cao Zhibin and Zhang Gongfeng were talking to the envoy from Jinlu, eloquently, and their tongues were like lotus flowers. Mo Qianlan used physical discomfort as an excuse to sit in a renovated room with Mo Lingfeng.
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He sat in a chair and looked at Mo Lingfeng, who was eating a peach as big as her face.
At this time, the peaches are extremely ripe and plump. If they are any more ripe, they will fall off the branches and rot. Mo Lingfeng put a handkerchief on his hands, holding the fluffy peaches in his hands and gnawing on them, the juice dripping on them.
On the veil, the veil was soaked.
After finishing the peach, she wiped her hands, buried her head in the candy box, and asked angrily: "Brother, are there any hawthorn sticks?"
Mo Qianlan looked at her and replied: "There is no fresh food at this time. It will be available when we eat pine nut and chestnut cake."
Mo Lingfeng pulled out a piece of dried peach, held it in his mouth, reached for the tea cup and put it away, took the water bag from the ice bowl, removed the stopper, and carefully poured out a cup of Jiandao lychee syrup.
After putting the water bag away, she took off the dried peach from her mouth, picked up the tea cup and drank half of it in one gulp: "Fortunately, the ice has not completely melted, otherwise the taste would be much worse."
She stuffed the dried peach into her mouth, immersed herself in the candy box and continued to rummage. She found out a piece of candied ginger, held it up with her left hand, picked up the tea cup with her right hand and drank it all, then stuffed the candied ginger into her mouth.
The room was quiet except for the sound of her chewing. As she ate, she looked at Mo Qianlan - Mo Qianlan had lost little weight and his stature was the same as before, but he rushed to Zhangjiabao from Kuanzhou City.
, even without his efforts, he was exhausted mentally and physically, his face turned blue, and he was holding a green jade staff in his hand, which he had to use even when he got up from the chair.
When Zhong Jiaqing first saw Mo Qianlan, he was almost afraid that the wind would be too rough and break him.
His body is weak, and his soul has also decayed. He will fall asleep just sitting down, and no matter who looks at him, he will not feel that he has the slightest bit of strength.