Yu Jun
Chapter 401 Calm
Mo Lingfeng knew that the fighting on the pen and paper of the literati was more cruel than the bright swords and guns on the battlefield.
There is only one death, but pen and ink can open people's scars countless times, flog them repeatedly, trample people's dignity into the mud, strangle them thousands of times, year after year, hundreds of years, or even tens of millions of years.
Every scholar is afraid of other people's writing. This is true for failed scholars, and so is the emperor. What about Wu Jin?
She could sense that behind Wu Jin's indifference, there was also this kind of fear, but it was very slight and would not become a fetter for him.
But it will be his regret.
She glanced at Wu Jin again and saw at a glance that his clothes and shoes were stained by stains on the ground. His shadow was slanted in the mess on the ground, but it was not mixed into the messy light and shadow.
he's good.
"Don't be afraid," she said softly, "your name in my country will go down in history."
Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile. The tension in his mind relaxed and he grabbed her hand with all his strength.
Mo Lingfeng looked away and said no more. She walked to the middle tent. She let go and pushed the door open. She took off her pocket and put it on the table. She took off her heavy armor, hung the shoulder knife on the wall, and wiped it clean with a handkerchief. With his face and hands, he reached out and pinched the roots of the mountain.
"When it comes to the next attack on the city, Tang Baichuan has to look at the new emperor's will. The military situation will be accelerated. It will take at least ten days to come and go. In addition, this time he lost the battle because of the new emperor's urging, and there will be quarrels in the court. In the past two days, the new emperor's order arrived, probably on March 5 or 6."
The light and shadow in the room was a bit dark. Wu Jin squatted down, turned over the charcoal fire with a pair of chopsticks, and said with a smile: "You underestimated. There will be noisy in the court for more than two days."
"Not only were they arguing, but they were also pushing each other's back," Mo Lefeng yawned, "Tang Baichuan didn't show up this time."
Wu Jin put the lid on the copper basin: "An arrow hit the chariot. He still dare not get on the chariot. He is so afraid of death that there is no sure way to win. He will not show up."
Mo Lingfeng reached for the teapot. The water in the teapot was already cold. She still poured it out and drank half a cup: "If you want to win the siege, you will need to use surprise troops."
Wu Jin took the teapot and placed it on the lid of the copper basin: "There seems to be no thunder in the gunpowder today. The so-called surprise soldiers may be thunder."
"Zhentian Lei" Mo Lingfeng leaned on the table, "The number won't be too many."
She waited for Tang Baichuan's movements on the tower and stayed up all day and all night. At this time, the battle was over, and the person beside her made her relax, so she fell asleep involuntarily.
Wu Jin took off the crane cloak from the clothes rail and wanted to put it on her body. After thinking twice, she put the crane cloak back, picked up Mo Lingfeng horizontally, placed it on the couch, and covered it with a quilt.
He reached out and touched her forehead, thinking lovingly: "Is she afraid?"
She could always see through other people's fears and comfort them, but never reveal her own fears.
She accepted all the suffering and fear, and willingly embarked on this path - for herself, and even more for Mo Qianlan.
Wu Jin moved a stool away from the central tent and asked Nomad Qing to sit in front of the tent and watch over it while he went to the military doctor's office.
The streets have been generally cleaned up, but there are still pools of blood on the ground, and the smell of blood is strong. When people are deeply involved in it, they can no longer detect the fishy smell and feel normal.
Mo Jiajun was picking up arrows, knives and guns that fell on the ground. Wu Jin walked and looked at them. When he arrived at the hospital, he saw wounded soldiers lying everywhere.
The wounded soldier was covered in blood, and his face was distorted by pain. The doctor was so busy that he almost took off on the ground. He had no time to see who it was. He thought it was a soldier from the rear camp who came to help, and directly stuffed a handkerchief to him: "Wash the wound first, then pour Apply the powder."
Wu Jin immediately rolled up his sleeves, took a basin of hot water, helped scrub the wounded soldiers' wounds, and sprinkled knife wound medicine on them.
Such busy and ordinary days have passed for eight full days. There is silence inside and outside the city. On the contrary, the sky is cloudy and sunny, with wind and cold in the morning and evening, then warm at noon, and drizzle falls from time to time, and the air is moist.
When people walk outside, their backs will quickly become wet with sweat, and if the wind blows, they will easily catch a cold.
Cheng Taishan recovered from the cold, but Huang Yunshu and three other people all fell ill. Even Wu Jin had a cold and developed a high fever due to being busy for days.
On the first day of March, the sky was gloomy, the wind was wet and cold, and it looked like rain was coming. Cheng Taishan followed Mo Lingfeng up to the tower to take a look.
It was half past time, and the sky was still so unclear. The light was dim, and the towers and soldiers were increasingly illuminated with an iron-blue color. The bows and arrows mounted on the parapet had never shined.
Below the city tower, in the three days just after the siege battle, drums were often beaten to gather the generals, and important matters were discussed in the middle tent. As the soldiers conveyed the military situation, the soldiers quickly left, and the generals also returned to their respective barracks, no longer running around.
At this time, there was silence inside and outside. Occasionally a white command flag flashed across the nest car, and the wooden house would slide down to change the guard.
Cheng Taishan turned his wrist: "If I had joined the army back then, with my physique, I would have been a commander."
Mo Lingfeng smiled and said, "Brother, it's better to be a scholar. Joining the army is too hard."
Cheng Taishan nodded: "That's true."
He wanted to reach out and touch the top of Mo Lingfeng's head, but Mo Lingfeng was no longer the little girl before. Instead of two buns on her head, there were cold buns on her head.
He clenched his hands into fists and put them behind his back. He was about to say that Mo Qianlan also yearned for the military camp when he was a boy, but when he realized it, he immediately changed his words: "Has Wu Jin's fever subsided?"
"The fever went away this morning. I had a bowl of porridge this morning..."
"He is in good health. Huang Yunshu is still unable to move."
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Before receiving the imperial staff, he almost never got sick."
The two of them walked around the tower while talking, and it was already the end of the day when they walked back to the main building.
The drizzle was like silk, entangled with the bow and arrow, and gradually condensed into drops, falling on the city wall, creating a circle of water stains.
"It's raining so hard," Cheng Taishan looked up at the sky, "Let's go."
"Yes." Mo Lingfeng took two steps and suddenly stopped. He walked back to the female wall, pressed his hands on the city wall, glanced at the Yongzhen army, and asked, "Xiaoyou, what time is it?"
The Nomadic Minister followed her and was wiping the water droplets on her armor. Hearing this, he immediately went to look at the clepsydra. Before he could take a step forward, he heard the soldiers calling for the watch.
Noon has arrived.
Then he heard Mo Lingfeng's strong voice: "At noon, the enemy's troops can't smoke, prepare for war!"
"Yes!" Nomad Qing was shocked in his heart, but he acted quickly. His small body rushed out like gunpowder, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The soldiers on the tower also quickly tensed up.
Cheng Taishan was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, his heart suddenly became confused, and he forced himself to calm down: "Aren't you going down?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Something's wrong."
Cheng Taishan's palms were sweating: "What's wrong?"
"The time doesn't match up," Mo Leafeng frowned, "It's different from the time I estimated. What went wrong?"
Before they finished speaking, a loud sound suddenly came from their ears.
It was not the sound of soldiers gathering in an orderly manner in Jeju City, but a chaotic sound, wrapped in countless noises, coming from the direction of Wangzhou.
To be more precise, it came from official channels.
The sounds slowly approached, becoming clearer and clearer—sloppy footsteps, heart-wrenching cries, and unorganized curses. They were huge, chaotic, and frightening.
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