The morning light rises and illuminates Jianglingfu City, but the city is not alive at all.
Standing on the city wall and overlooking the city, there are people everywhere on the street.
There were people and soldiers. They were either sitting or lying down, silent, crying or wailing. They were all wounded and bloodied, some had minor injuries, some had mutilated limbs, and some were on the verge of death.
The haggard prefect of Jiangling murmured: "Why was it defeated? There were so many soldiers and horses, didn't they say they were well prepared, trenches were dug at the camp, and everything in Penghu was safe?"
The general next to him bowed his head: "At the beginning, the number of Andezhong's rebels was not large. The soldiers asked to go out to fight, but General Pengcheng did not allow it. They had to wait for other troops to arrive. Later, I don't know how the rebels crossed the river and went around.
They came to the rear and set a fire, causing chaos here."
"It's Chengqing! It's Chengqing here." Another general's eyes were filled with panic, "Thousands of arrows are like rain!"
Chengqing is Ande Zhong's most capable general. He is fierce and cruel. Unlike other rebels who will induce the other party to surrender, he never induces the guards to surrender. Even the guards who come to surrender will be killed by him and will be captured by him.
The guardsmen and civilians steamed and roasted it to eat.
After delaying the attack, the gathered soldiers did not know what was going on. They tried their best and failed again and again. Suddenly they were attacked by fire and heard the names of the most ferocious rebels. General Pengcheng could no longer control these troops and horses and soldiers.
They held up wooden planks and fled everywhere in the rain of arrows, falling thousands of miles away...
"Where is General Pengcheng?" Jiangling Magistrate asked, looking at the city again. The defeated soldiers and fleeing people poured into the city, but General Pengcheng was never seen.
The general in charge of sentinels shook his head: "After the fire and the raid, General Pengcheng disappeared." He lowered his head and added, "There is no news about the general from the rebels."
If General Pengcheng falls into the hands of the rebels, whether alive or dead, he will be hung up in public by the rebels.
So if you don't see people alive and dead, you just ran away.
The general knew this and bowed his head in shame.
The prefect of Jiangling sighed inwardly and looked outside the city. There were no more people coming and going outside the bustling city. It was a very anxious summer.
"What about the generals Ji, Yuan, Yue and Tan?" he asked, "Have the remaining troops arrived?"
Preparations have been made before, and soldiers and horses from the five regions have joined forces to fight against the rebels blocking the way from western Zhejiang. Many soldiers and horses have been sent to General Pengcheng's camp.
The sentry's eyes were full of horror: "When I heard that Pengcheng was defeated and Chengqing's army arrived, they all stopped coming and retreated."
It was over, the prefect of Jiangling slapped his hands heavily on the city wall, and lowered his head. They had no one to care about Jiangling Prefecture, and they were exposed naked in front of the rebels.
"Sir, sir, we still have more than a thousand people, and the city of Jiangling Prefecture is also very strong." A general advised the prefect, and also advised himself, "We can hold the city and wait for the reinforcements from the Governor of Southeast Qi, Mrs. Chu of Huainan.
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The sentinel also nodded hurriedly: "The letter soldiers have sent the letter. The Governor of Qi and Mrs. Chu are both brave and good at fighting and have strong soldiers."
The prefect of Jiangling did not raise his head, but Qi Shan and Mrs. Chu were also fighting against the rebels. One was on Huainan Road and the other was on Southeast Road. It was a matter of life and death. Not to mention whether they were willing to send troops to assist, could they?
Catching up is also a big problem.
After more than a year of rebellion, Jiangling Prefecture has stockpiled supplies compared to other prefectures in the early days. It will be no problem to hold on for a month. However, defending the city is not only a matter of supplies, but also people's hearts... Prefect Hu
He slapped the wall hard, raised his head and turned around to look into the city.
It was already daylight, and there were more people on the street. Doctors were consulting and treating the injured, and there were many people carrying buckets and giving soup. Although there were groans and cries, everyone looked panicked.
But strangely there was no confusion.
Magistrate Hu was a little puzzled because a large number of defeated soldiers and fleeing people poured in, General Pengcheng was defeated, and the news of the approaching rebels spread among these people...
When General Pengcheng was not defeated, the people were panicking to death. How come he was defeated but calmed down?
"Sir, over there." The general next to him followed him and looked into the city, then pointed to a place, "What happened?"
Magistrate Hu looked over and saw that the crowds of people walking peacefully on the street became commotion and rushed in one direction...
Is there a porridge provider? But the people giving porridge have all thrown away their buckets.
Are there doctors? But the most famous doctors with gray hair and beards all ran away.
The crowd was like a tide, surging and retreating to both sides, leaving a path to reveal a person. Under the bright summer sunshine, the person held a wooden staff and a monk's robe fluttered...
"Monk?" Magistrate Hu asked, "Monk from Dajue Temple?"
The general shook his head: "Anyway, it's not the masters like Huiming who are so young."
Why is the monk not hiding in front of the Buddha, chanting sutras, and running out? Are you going to cause trouble? And look at the attitude of the crowd...
Magistrate Hu is vigilant. As a government official, he knows best that not all monks who claim to be compassionate are good people.
The monk walked through the crowd and arrived at the street where wounded soldiers and refugees were sheltered. Standing near the city gate and standing on the city wall, Magistrate Hu could see his face clearly.
He is a good-looking monk, his face is clear as if covered with a layer of dust, but he is as sharp as a sword...
Magistrate Hu was distracted and thought that the monk stopped and leaned over to check on a soldier who was on crutches and his legs were still bleeding. He didn't know how to make the wounded soldier stop bleeding and was able to put down his crutches and walk a few steps.
The crowd cheered.
The wounded soldier knelt on the ground and knelt down, and the monk walked over without stopping him or caring. The wounded soldiers and refugees on both sides shouted to Master Mu with expectant expressions on their faces, but they did not burst into shouting or crying, and even the original groans and cries were lost.
It is much smaller and seems to be afraid of disturbing the monk.
The monk lived up to their expectations. He stopped to check on these people from time to time, treating those who were injured, looking, hearing and asking about those who were sick...
The doctors promptly brought medicines and utensils to him, and he walked all the way, treating injuries, asking questions, and delivering medicines. All his moans and tears were healed, and even one who had injured his eyes and legs could only lie on the ground.
Everyone was grinning...
Magistrate Hu suddenly realized: "It turns out he is a miracle doctor."
Healing dead people and making bones alive has always been a god-like existence that makes people awe and trust, especially in troubled times.
"But we have such a powerful eminent monk and miraculous doctor in Jiangling Prefecture?" Magistrate Hu asked again, but he had never heard of it before.
The sentry had already alertly gone to inquire and came back, saying: "He's not from here, he's from out of town."
Magistrate Hu nodded. War broke out and people fled everywhere. The rebels wreaked havoc on the people in the cities and villages. The temples and Taoist temples could not escape the world of mortals. They were burned, killed, and looted by the rebels without discrimination.
The peaceful and prosperous age has been long, and temples and Taoist temples in Daxia are very popular. Many temples and Taoist temples own extensive land and do not pay taxes, which can be said to be very wealthy.
There were also many monks who became refugees after the war.
The monks under the city continued to check carefully, treating those who were sick or injured, and those who were not sick or injured. They also carefully confirmed and told them that they were not sick or injured. Until noon, he had looked at the people on the entire street.
The monk's robes were soaked with sweat.
He did not leave, and the people on the street did not disperse. His expression became more excited and expectant, and more people came from a distance.
Monk Mu lifted up his robe and sat on the ground, with his wooden staff beside him. He lowered his eyes and opened his mouth under the noon sun. He groaned like a ripple of water, waving away the noise in circles. Standing on the high city gate, Magistrate Hu felt a little dizzy.
, the streets in front of me became far and near, and calmed down like the surface of a lake.
After humming, the voice is clear, sometimes melodious, sometimes long.
The monk was reciting sutras. Magistrate Hu, who was standing on the city gate, seemed to hear them clearly. He didn't know much about Buddhist sutras and couldn't understand what the monks were reciting, but the strange thing was that he could understand them.
The monk was telling a story. There were wars, killings, and cruelty in the story, but there was also true love, kindness, and beauty. The listeners shed tears unconsciously.
Even though my body was soaked in a pot of boiling oil, my heart blossomed with lotus flowers, quiet and beautiful.