Yu Jun

The war has stopped, but the smoke has not cleared and everything is devastated.

There was silence inside and outside the city, and the sky was already dark. Wu Jin was exhausted, leaning against the damp and cold stone wall, panting hard.

He had not felt unwell during the war, but when he calmed down, the pain immediately hit his body. His head throbbed with pain to the extreme, and the breath in his chest and abdomen surged wildly.

He reached out and took off the heavy bag, relaxed his head, spread his fingers, combed the messy hair into a bun, and looked down.

The flames below were dotted like sparse stars. Soldiers holding knives and guns searched for wounded soldiers among the corpses and sent them back to the city for treatment.

Mountains, water, shadows, piles of corpses and remnants are intertwined. The tragedy of the battlefield seems to be deliberately concealed in the night wind. It can make the living less sad, sad, and lonely. They can slowly collect their emotions and continue to rise and fall in the troubled times. .

But there are voices that are impossible to ignore.

The sounds of pain and sobbing, the sound of iron tools colliding with iron tools, the sound of residual fire licking the siege engines, and the sound of footsteps dragging in a pool of blood are all the terrifying sounds emanating from the Asura Hell.

Wu Jin straightened up and raised his hands to knead the mountain root. When the headache was slightly relieved, he realized that the sleeve of his left arm was stiff and soaked with blood. Then he remembered that an arrow passed by him more than half an hour ago. I didn't feel any pain and thought I was lucky to have escaped.

He shrugged his left shoulder, and the pain immediately came over him, overwhelming his headache, and he couldn't help but hiss.

Zhong Tao quickly stretched out his hand to help him: "Prefect Wu, get down."

Wu Jin nodded, grabbed Zhong Tao's wrist, and the two of them almost supported each other and walked down the stone steps one after another.

Below the tower, the situation is even more tragic. Even though there is a shadow, it is shocking to the pupils. Corpses occupy Jeju, and the living people become a minority, standing alone everywhere.

Wu Jin let go of Zhong Tao's hand and didn't know how to move.

Mo Lingfeng came over, held him with a bloody hand, and sent him out of the Hell: "Go back and have a rest."

Nomad Qing raised his heels and Mo Lingfeng waved his hand: "Send the order to take turns to rest."

"Yes." Nomad Qing stopped, leaned his back against the stone wall, took a deep breath, braced himself, held his injured hand, and went to deliver the order.

Everyone was very tired. The people who had narrowly escaped death on both sides of the street were sitting on the ground in a daze, not knowing how to deal with themselves. There was not much joy in the aftermath of the disaster, but more confusion - in just one day, life and death Fleeing and being separated from their loved ones was worth half their lives of misery.

The Mo army passed by them carrying wounded soldiers from the Yongzhen army, and passed by them carrying the corpses of civilians. The grief and suffocation spreading everywhere made them slowly come back to their senses.

Some people stood up to help, carrying wounded soldiers to the hospital. Among the busy soldiers, there were civilians.

When Mo Lingfeng passed by, the people also started to get busy. Several women picked up the iron tools on the ground and put them on the waifu. When they heard the soldiers calling "General Mo", they quickly stood up and gave a deep blessing.

The scholars in colorful shirts held up their hands and bowed their hands in short brown shirts, all of them were extremely respectful.

Mo Lingfeng walked forward silently, until he passed all the people, and then said to Wu Jin: "They scolded me before the city gate was opened. Do you think they are good or evil?"

Wu Jin whispered: "Buddha said that one mind opens two doors, one is the door of the true nature of the mind, and the other is the door of the birth and death of the mind. There are good and evil. That's about it."

The two talked about their injuries and slowly walked into the magistrate's office. Cheng Taishan had not returned from the battlefield. The three civil servants were groggy with illness and their houses were full of sorrow. When they heard that Mo and Wu had returned, they entered Wu Jin's temporary residence. The study room, but did not dare to step forward.

There was silence in the room. Mo Lingfeng asked Wu Jin to sit down at the square table, leaned down and put her forehead against his.

He is a wounded crane and a sick pine. His forehead is hot and he is suffering from high fever. She found scissors, cut his sleeves, sprinkled the wound medicine on it, cut the inner garment into strips, and tied the wound tightly, then walked to the clothes hanger, took off his clothes, took off his armor, and sat in a chair.

Wu Jin also stood up, squatted in front of her, rolled up her knee pants, took off her shoes and socks, bandaged her ankle wound, let her pull on her shoes and rest for a while, then sat down next to her again.

The two looked at each other and smiled silently, with a bit of helplessness.

too tired.

I was so tired that I had no time to care about the pain on my body. I couldn't walk even half a step. Even speaking was a luxury. My mind was dizzy, my shoulders were like a mountain, my hands were so weak, my legs were trembling and numb, and I was worried about the big stone barrier. They were out of breath.

The body seemed to be collapsing little by little in the chair, and the soul was disintegrating.

There are less than 5,000 people left. Wangzhou reinforcements will arrive soon. Which one should we take, Jeju or Gaopingzhai?

Abandon Jeju and return to Kuanzhou - there is no dock in Kuanzhou and it is difficult to get food and grass. If you are besieged, you will be dead.

Abandon Kuanzhou and save the state - Kuanzhou is the foundation of the Mo family. Once Gaopingzhai withdraws its troops, the Jinlu will immediately take advantage of the situation and move in. By then, the wolf in front and the tiger in the back will lose their way out.

After a while, Mo Lingfeng regained some strength and said calmly: "Tang Baichuan's plan is really unexpected. This matter may have spread in Wangzhou. The new emperor will definitely deal with it in order to calm the public."

Wu Jin wanted to shake his head, but as soon as his head moved, his head felt like it was boiling. He was in pain and could not speak. After waiting for a long time, he said: "The country is in need of such wolves. Even if they are dealt with, they will be transferred elsewhere first. After three years, It will be reused, and people like Tang Baichuan are not afraid of verbal and written criticism."

"He's just afraid of death."

"Yes."

The two of them talked about life and death matters as usual.

Mo Lingfeng looked at the caisson above his head. Circle after circle, layer by layer, grid after grid, they were stacked on top of each other, like a trap that couldn't be jumped out.

She counted the time: "Tang Baichuan is working hard to ask the new emperor for instructions to mobilize strong troops. Six days is enough."

"Yes, on the 6th." Wu Jin's eyelids drooped, his cheeks were on fire and turned red, his spine was not straight, and he was slightly rickety.

Cheng Taishan's heavy and dragging footsteps came from outside the door. He quickly crossed the threshold, walked into the house, dragged a chair, sat down, leaned back, and let out a long breath: "Retreat to Kuanzhou, food and grass." It can last another two months.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yunshu rushed into the house dragging his sick body. Panting, he glanced at the three people in the room, and his anxiety was palpable: "Is there no way to break the situation?"

After Mo Lingfeng entered the house, they asked about the situation clearly. Qi Chang could hold his composure while He Qing was as timid as a mouse. Only Huang Yunshu could not wait for a moment. When Cheng Taishan came back, he rushed to ask what happened.

No one answered. He paced back and forth, unable to calm down for a moment: "Going to Kuanzhou is also a dead end. It's better to stay in Jeju——"

His eyes lit up, he made a fist with his right hand and hit it on the palm of his left hand. He didn't dare to look at Mo and Wu, but stared at Cheng Taishan: "Escape! There is no one guarding the dock now, you can escape by boat!"

"No one is allowed to escape," Cheng Taishan stood up and walked to the door. He leaned against the door and asked his servants to bring three meals in. Then he slowly walked back and sat down, "Retreat to Kuanzhou."

Huang Yunshu said anxiously: "Retreating to Kuanzhou is not the best policy! The new emperor will beat up the drowned dog!"

Cheng Taishan glanced at him: "My family is all in Kuanzhou, and the roots of the Mo family are also in Kuanzhou. Rather than losing in Jeju, it is better to wait for the opportunity in Kuanzhou."