Yu Jun

The bright moon shines on the top and bottom of the city tower, and the moonlight flows on the walls made of large blue bricks. The two different flags, soap and gold, are soft and stretched, and the scenery is moving. They cover up the earth-shattering killings, cover up the heart-wrenching screams, and annihilate the helpless feelings. Parting in life and death.

The people standing on the tower became a shadow, breathing very low, waiting for the movement of Jinlu below.

Cheng Ting's Adam's apple was rolling, he was sweating, and the palms of his hands were sticky. The quieter he was, the tighter the string in his mind became. He stuck his head out to look at General Jinlu below. The general was holding bamboo paper in his hands, with a solemn expression and a depressed expression. The voice asked Wu Jin: "What did you write?"

Zell sneered unabashedly: "It's useless to write anything. The Jin people look down on the Han people the most. They don't know any of your Han characters."

Since the founding of the Jin Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty has regarded itself as orthodox, derogating the Han people as "barbarians" and calling the Han Dynasty the "demon dynasty". It hated Han people's clothing and hair accessories, not to mention literacy.

When Wu Jin heard this, he just waved his hands gently and didn't say much.

The Jin Dynasty hated the Han people externally, but internally, even all the officials in the court learned to be similar to the Han people. Anyone with an official position had to learn Chinese and know Chinese characters.

Wu Jin's four words are a trivial matter for a general guarding the border.

After a while, General Jin Lu tore the paper into pieces with both hands and burst out laughing, making Cheng Ting and others break into cold sweats.

After General Jinlu finished laughing, he cursed like a bell: "Go to hell with your mother!"

He intended to curse the other person to death with a long list of curses, but he was unable to do so - he had not learned anything.

So he raised his hand to pierce the hearts of these cunning Han people who were exaggerating their words. Before his hand fell, an emotionless voice came from the top of the city: "The emperor of the Central Plains is unjust, and the Mo family's army has turned back from Kuanzhou!"

When the general heard this, his hands immediately stopped - the Jin Dynasty was at odds with its neighboring countries, and Xizuo who stayed in the Central Plains was unable to come in and out due to the martial law in Kuanzhou, and the news was blocked. He didn't know about such a major event.

His heart agitated, he decisively summoned the scouts, and ordered the scouts to return to the court immediately to tell the Golden Emperor whether it would be profitable.

The scout got on his horse, hit his horse and drove away, leaving only a trail of smoke.

Seeing the scouts leaving, the general turned his head to look at the tower, his thoughts turning over and over in his mind.

The Mo family returned to Kuanzhou. It seemed that there was indeed no one in Gaopingzhai. If they attacked at this time, they were sure of victory.

But that note made him full of doubts.

The people on the city tower would not be aimless. The words "entering the Jin Dynasty" must hide a huge trap.

After much thought, he decided to stand still and shouted loudly: "What do you mean?"

Wu Jin's attitude was calm: "The army is following General Mo. Gaoping Village is already an empty city and you can easily get it. By then, General Mo will be attacked from both sides and his great cause will become an empty talk."

He paused and then said: "We can discuss the conditions."

Zell raised the corners of his mouth, sneered, rolled his huge eyes, and cursed: "Coward."

Now that the matter has come to this, other than forcing it on, what other conditions can be negotiated?

Even if we want to negotiate terms, how can we negotiate if we expose ourselves first?

Sure enough, a loud sneer came from below.

The general looked at the closed city gate and had an idea in his mind: "You Han people can't believe a word you say. We have had peace talks several times before, but the results were all your tricks. If you want to negotiate terms, show your sincerity and open the city." Open the door, put down your sword, take off your armor, come out and talk under our swords!"

As long as the gate of Gaoping Village is opened, the authenticity of the empty city can be known at a glance.

Wu Jin was silent for a long time and replied: "Okay."

Cheng Ting grabbed his sleeve and started sweating again: "You're crazy. Jin Lu hates the Han people the most. He tricked you into opening the city gate. As soon as you left, he said no matter what conditions - no need to say, he just wanted to If you see there is no ambush in the city, you will die!"

Zell stood aside and said, "I'll go for you. I'm a Qiang. He won't kill me. You can tell me what you want to talk about." He took off his headband, revealing his braided hair, and defended himself: " I’m not helping you, I’m helping her.”

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting: "Wait for me here."

He reached out and patted Zell on the shoulder: "I'll thank you on her behalf."

After that, he took off his armor and stepped down from the city tower. Without any hesitation, he ordered the soldiers to open the city gate.

Once this city gate is opened, it heralds bloodshed and massacre.

Under everyone's shocked, uneasy, and puzzled eyes, the city gate suddenly opened, and wild winds rose from the ground, breaking through the clouds and fog, flying sand and gravel, and roaring loudly.

In the middle of the city gate stood an unarmed scholar.

Behind Wu Jin, a soldier held a torch, and the fire spread to him, quietly dispelling the night from his body.

Under Jin Lu's excited gaze as if he was hunting prey, he stepped out of the city gate and stepped on the ground that was once dripping with blood. A short white bone was at his feet, like a finger bone.

The bones have no sound, but the human heart will make everything concrete. The soldier's body was broken into pieces here, burned and buried, and finally dug out by wild dogs and dragged all over the ground.

This kind of concreteness is enough to make people tremble.

He walked out step by step, with a calm look on his face, until he reached the front of the Jinlu formation.

Each of the Jinlu were tall and burly, with swarthy backs and dark faces, knotted muscles, fierce eyes, and very brave eyes. The general was even taller and stronger than ordinary people. He looked thoughtfully at Wu Jin up and down.

He had narrowly escaped death three times at the hands of Mo Jiajun. He knew several of the capable men around Mo Lingfeng very well, but he had never met Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was wearing a short shirt, but at first glance he was not a martial artist, but a scholar who turned his pen into a sword. The short shirt fit neatly and made his figure look like a bamboo. There was no hood on his head, revealing a meticulous bun.

Walking five steps away from the general, he smiled slightly and said, "I am General Mo's guest. My surname is Wu Mingjin."

"Tuo Manlie." The general called to the door, took two steps towards Wu Jin, and looked at the empty Gaoping Village behind Wu Jin, "I have never seen you."

He had narrowly escaped death three times at the hands of Mo Lefeng. He was familiar with several of Mo Lefeng's cronies and had never met Wu Jin.

Wu Jin did not retreat, and looked at him calmly as he approached, with a gentle tone: "A nobody, not worth mentioning."

Tuo Manlie stepped forward again, his hand on the scabbard on his waist, his eyes fierce, ready to move: "General Mo will regret using you to defend the city today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scimitar was unsheathed, and a ray of silver light flashed in front of everyone's eyes. There was an exclamation from the tower, and then it shivered and became quiet.

No one expected Wu Jin to have such speed and courage. He seemed to have expected it. In the flash of lightning, he actually stretched out two hands and grabbed the blade that was slashing at him.

He had almost no kung fu and relied solely on brute force. Blood suddenly dripped from his fingers, and the blade embedded in his palm. He was pale in pain, but he did not cry out in pain, and said calmly: "Kuanzhou is the foundation of the Mo family, you capture it." Kuanzhou, General Mo gave up his great cause and came to take back Kuanzhou. With your current strength, you will only be crushed."

Tuo Manlie pressed the knife down little by little and gritted his teeth: "So what, your court will not let her go. As soon as she dies, we can counterattack immediately! Negotiate terms? The Mo family kills the prince of my dynasty. This revenge is not allowed." We live together!"

He sneered: "Your court is useless. Without the Mo family army, it is no match for us!"

"Do you think General Mo will be captured without hesitation?" Wu Jin grabbed the knife and took a step forward. Tuo Manlie took a step back, "No, General Mo will open Gaoping Village, lead his troops to level your grassland, and destroy you. I will enslave your people in my dome, devour you, and occupy the central capital." (End of this chapter)