There were some disputes at one end of the city wall, but they soon subsided.
The reason for the dispute was that a scribe in the city and a student insisted on walking on the city wall.
This scribe is called Cui Huai, a local born on the banks of the Huai River. His official rank is so low that it is negligible, so that his salary is not enough to support his family. In fact, most of his income comes from teaching at home.
His handwriting is excellent and he is well-known in Zhongli City. Many illiterate people often ask him for help when they want to write letters to their families. In addition, in his spare time, he guides the engraving and printing of some story books at the bookstore in the city. The adults in the city
Children love to watch it.
He almost doesn't charge money for writing letters home, and at most he charges some paper and ink fees. Many sergeants in the city have asked him for help. Now those who are blocking him from walking are the sergeants who usually know him and feel that he is like this.
If a scribe came to a place like this, a stray arrow might kill him.
However, Cui Huai persisted. The sergeants tried to stop him for a few words, but it was useless, so a few people protected him with shields. These sergeants listened in a daze and knew that the scribe wanted to record the truth of the battle.
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These sergeants thought that this would be beneficial to Wang Chaozong and others. After all, Wang Chaozong and others rebelled and seized military power. With such a scribe writing a record, at least the dignitaries in the court could figure out the whole story.
What these sergeants were thinking about was what would happen in the future if Chaozong Zong and others could survive.
But this scribe didn't have any luck in his heart.
He was also very clear about the situation in the city. Looking at the dense forest-like Northern Wei army on the other side of the river, he felt that the generals and sergeants who were defending the city would eventually die here.
The more he thought like this, the more deep respect filled his eyes when he looked at Lin Yi and others.
The scholar following him was his student Xie Yu. He was about the same age as Lin Yi and others. He was fair-skinned, thin, and looked cautious, but there was not much fear in his eyes.
"Look carefully and listen carefully."
Cui Huai looked at the remains of the Southern Dynasty sergeants that were cleaned up not far away, and said softly to the students behind him: "You should remember what I said when I asked you to study with me instead of joining the army."
"Students, please remember." Xie Yu looked at the bloody remains, clenched his fists, and said softly: "Sir, you told me that I was born thin, but even if I have hot blood, I can be hacked and killed on the battlefield.
Not even one enemy was killed, but sometimes pen and ink also have different powers. The paper is white and the ink is black. As long as we scholars put pen to paper, as long as it is a true record, it will become historical fact."
"People are humble and humble, and the lower their status, their words are often not taken seriously by others, but it is different for scholars who write books and biographies. On the contrary, not many people listen to the words of those powerful people, and not many people believe them." Cui Huai chuckled, but his expression gradually changed.
Han said, "If everyone here dies, someone needs to tell the world who is righteous and who is cowardly. As for right or wrong, let the world judge."
Usually his teacher explained enough truths, Xie Yu naturally agreed, and he just nodded vigorously again.
"The stories of heroes like General Wang and General Lin cannot be buried." Cui Huai narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You and I will each write down what we have seen and heard. When the time comes, I will keep a copy of my manuscript in the city.
Under the stone stove behind the statue of the Earth Temple, as for you, I have made an agreement with your seventh uncle that he will send you out from the culvert in the south at night."
"What!"
Xie Yu had been listening quietly, but when he heard this, he was shocked and suddenly raised his head.
"If you can't get into the night, the city will be destroyed and you can't leave, then forget it. Your seventh uncle is an old boatman, and he was there when the culvert was being repaired. If you get to the river, he will even take you out.
No, it's destiny." Cui Huai waved his hand, signaling him not to say anything more.
Xie Yu's eyes suddenly turned red. He looked at his teacher's extraordinarily determined face and was speechless in the end. He only shed tears as he bowed deeply and saluted.
Just as the scholar was weeping, the eyes of some soldiers with an iron will were also slightly red.
It's just that they are more experienced than this scholar. They don't lower their heads, but raise their heads.
In this way, the tears that are about to overflow from their eyes will not flow easily.
There are some camps in the city, which were originally set up by the defenders of Zhongli City to prepare for the reinforcements that came from time to time, but at this time most of them were used to house the wounded.
These iron-willed soldiers were all generals who had fought their way out of the Taoist City. On the platform in front of them was Jin Dong, the chief general of the Taoist City.
There were many wounds on Jin Dong's body, but the most difficult one at this time was a seemingly small wound from a flying sword.
This wound was on his left rib. Because the wound was just a thin red line, not even much blood flowed out, so it didn't even attract their attention before. It was just like some inconspicuous wounds, and they were treated simply.
bandage.
However, at this time, they had used the best medicine at hand, and even used real energy to help squeeze the wound inside, but they still could not stop the wound from continuously flowing out with blood.
Some strange power carried by this flying sword traced Jin Dong's bloodline upwards over the past few hours, tearing apart several important meridians nearby, and even several sharp sword energy drove in like nails.
Jin Dong's internal organs.
It doesn't matter if these nails are pulled out at this time, it doesn't matter if they don't.
If he doesn't pull it out, Jin Dong will die slowly. If he pulls it out, his injuries may worsen instantly and he will die faster.
They are helpless, uncomfortable and helpless.
But what made them choke up most at this moment was that they all saw how bravely Jin Dong fought, but at this time Jin Dong was dying, but the Taoist City had already been lost. Maybe in the future, after even this place was lost, people far away in Jiankang
Those in the city may still think that Jin Dong is as fatuous and incompetent as those war-fearing generals.
This is the most unbearable thing in their hearts.
The shade of an albizia tree with pink flowers shrouds the exit of a nearby street.
An old man walked quietly out of the street.
He was wearing a very ordinary linen robe. He looked very old, and the flesh and blood on his body seemed to have been eroded by time, and he was extremely thin. However, he wore a strange jade crown on his head.
This jade crown is a very unique white jade, but it also has some natural blood lines, forming a texture like clouds.
No one noticed when he arrived, but the moment such an old man appeared, he would naturally attract many people.
"Senior, who are you?"
When he walked towards Jin Dong's camp, several generals bowed to him very vigilantly and asked at the same time.
The old man didn't explain anything, he just waved his hands towards the generals.
Just a simple wave of his hand, there was an extraordinary momentum, which made these generals feel trembling in their hearts, but at the same time, they all naturally felt that this was a real elder greeting the juniors.
They all could feel that this old man was certainly not an enemy from the Northern Wei Dynasty.