On the east side of the Xuanwu Gate Tower, the battlement of the city wall.

Ma Zhong lowered his eyebrows and stared at the open-top carriage driving in the alley, where Liao Li was talking about something emotionally.

But Huang Quan beside him listened patiently, and very vigilantly pulled the tent and covered the carriage.

Ma Zhong was not disappointed by this, his eyes wandered around, and he observed the changes in the northern and southern cities together with the surrounding pavilion guards.

"That's ......"

The Xuanwu Gate Cheng, who was supervising them not far away, couldn't help but shout, and many people followed the prestige, and followed the eyes of the Gate Cheng to see billowing black smoke rising from the northwest corner of the North City, and the fireworks came very quickly, obviously deliberately setting fire.

An old pavilion guard beside Ma Zhong muttered: "In the west of Yuanqili, today's southwest wind, this fire is guaranteed to burn in Yuanqili." ”

"Why is it Yuan Qili again?"

"This evil land, when the princes of the Sun family were burned to death, they left a lone seedling in Sun Bofu's family."

The pavilion guards are all old people who have lived in Jiangdu for several years, and they are all retired Han soldiers, and they first talked in a low voice, and soon their voices became louder and louder.

The gate gave the order to stop, and the noisy noise near the castle tower gradually subsided.

But then the fire began to break out everywhere in Nancheng, Ma Zhong turned to the south, and he recognized the 'Xuzhou Guild Hall' in the southwest corner of Nancheng, which was a comprehensive guild hall for officials, scholars, and businessmen from Xuzhou to contact information, mutual assistance, and friendship.

It has the role of transcribing the edicts and anecdotes of Beijing for the counties of Xuzhou, such as copying the Di Bao; It also listens to the movements of the DPRK and China, and acts as the eyes and ears of Xuzhou officials, scholars, and businessmen.

More importantly, it is convenient to mail letters, and it is the largest private mail and transportation group outside the official postal system.

There are Xuzhou guild halls, and naturally there are guild halls such as Yanzhou and Jiaozhou, and their roles are all the same...... Similar to the offices of various states in Jiangdu, it has the functions of people-to-people exchanges and mutual assistance.

Ma Zhong thought about his wife, children, clansmen, and subordinates who were placed in Xuzhou, and his eyes were always fixed on the Xuzhou Guild Hall that was on fire and engulfed in flames, and his left arm holding the bow gradually relaxed, and his tense spirit was also relaxed, and he was relieved.

It's just that the pavilion guards around him who live around the Xuzhou Hall are unstable and shouting to put out the fire.

The residents around the Xuzhou Guild Hall were being evacuated, and the Jiangling County Commander Chen Yi stood on the roof of the street, supported by the assistant officials with one hand, and waved the other hand to direct the officials, pavilion guards, and panicked men and women on the street.

The fire burned more than twenty feet away, and the west wind and fireworks pressed towards him.

Chen You's figure was engulfed in smoke and dust, and his assistant covered his face with his other hand, and his eyes were smoky and stinging.

The official couldn't bear it anymore and shouted urgently: "County gentleman, go quickly!" ”

Chen Yi pointed to the residents who had fled eastward on the gathering street: "If I go, the officials will be in chaos, and the people will trample on it, and I don't know how many people will die in vain!" ”

He couldn't help but look back, wondering what was really going on in the Xuzhou Guild Hall.

The west side of the Xuzhou Hall is not yet engulfed in flames because it is upwind, and there is a fight in the courtyard.

A group of warriors from the Xuzhou family were besieging Wei Buba and others in the courtyard in an attempt to destroy them.

Wei Buba's left arm was almost cut off at the beginning of the attack, but at this moment he was hurriedly bandaged with cloth to stop the bleeding, and the whole person stood under the eaves of the porch and stared at the battle in front of the courtyard door with a sword in his right hand.

The narrow doorway can only allow the two of them to pass side by side, which has become the key point for the Wei family to resist, and they are desperately trying not to give an inch.

There are also wandering samurai on the courtyard wall to prevent the other party from jumping over the wall and breaking through.

The flames were slowly burning towards the courtyard, and the house behind Wei Buba was already smoking and burning under the high temperature.

Outside the courtyard, Liu Qian, the second son of Chen Jiao, was staring at the courtyard doorway, looking back at the West Gate from time to time, the West Gate Sima, the Gate Marquis, and the Gate Cheng who guarded the West Gate each had their own duties, and the officials and pavilion guards of the headquarters were stationed still, watching them fight fifty steps away.

Across the fighting crowd, Liu Qian and Wei Buba inside looked at each other, and the two young people of similar age couldn't wait to swallow each other at this moment.

Wei Buba was frantically preparing to assassinate the important ministers of the court, no matter who Wei Buba killed, it would not bring benefits to Xuzhou, only endless disadvantages.

The result of the autonomy of the young Xu was that the Xuzhou scholars were difficult to ride the tiger and enjoyed the benefits of dominating one side and the autonomous kingdom for more than 20 years, how could they stop and confine themselves in the cage?

Kill Wei Buba, then set fire to the chaos, and take advantage of the chaos to escape among the people.

This is Liu Qian's plan, as a Han clan, in this era of withering clan talents, he can receive a little preferential treatment.

But Wei Buba is not so easy to clean up, and if it drags on any longer, until the county soldiers and pavilion soldiers gather and encircle, then no one can escape, and they will inevitably die together and fall into the legal net together.

As if sensing Liu Qian's concerns and hesitation, Wei Buba held the sword in his right hand and slashed at the pillar, the sword was embedded in the pillar, and he took out a glass mirror from his arms with his right hand and took a picture of Liu Qian's cheek, Liu Qian subconsciously squinted.

Then I saw Wei Buba slam the mirror on the ground and shatter it to the ground.

Seeing this, Liu Qian shouted: "Withdraw!" Evacuate! ”

The gang was immediately reduced to pieces, and in the process of escaping, they abandoned their small shields and swords, and also took off their outer clothes, revealing the half-worn ordinary labor shorts inside.

Wei Buba's whole person also collapsed and sat on the ground, and several warrior leaders surrounded him, and the first one of them gave up: "Childe? ”

"If you don't run, you can't run away."

Wei Buba turned his head to look at the Ximen Gatehouse: "It was the people of Xuzhou who set the fire, and it was also the people of Xuzhou who attacked and killed us, so what does the turmoil in the city have to do with us?" ”

"Childe, if you enter the Imperial Governor's Mansion, how should you ask the right question?"

"Let's be honest, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Wei Buba said and took out a spare glass mirror from his arms, laughed at himself, and threw it high on the ground and shattered it.

Some of the samurai had never seen such a mirror, and picked up the fragments to observe the appearance.

When Wei Buba saw that nearly half of them were wounded, he struggled, drew his sword, and said, "Come with me to the West Gate and ask the defenders to treat the wounded." ”

At the south gate of Jiangling, Xi Hong, the captain of the city gate, had a gloomy face, and he couldn't wait to chop alive the people who were in chaos everywhere in the city, stubbornly resisted, and tried to flee by the chaos.

The bustling southern city of Jiangdu is full of fireworks at the moment, and there are no less than ten arsons.

Fortunately, there was rain last night, and in addition to the fire in the dense construction area, many places only caught fire in a small area, and they were quickly controlled by the county soldiers and pavilion guards.

If the Chinese army had been released from the camp to participate in the operation, it would not have come to this point.

But the army is simple to get out of the camp, once it participates in the operation in the city and controls everywhere, it is not easy to retract.

In front of Xi Hong's eyes, the market was also ignited by several rounds of rockets, and the fire was whirring and burning eastward, and the smoke and dust obscured the sight, and even the Xuanwu Gate in the north was no longer visible.

Xi Hong didn't say a word, just raised his hand to tighten the helmet belt, straightened the battle helmet, and waited quietly.

I could vaguely see that one of them was holding a weapon that looked like Fang Tian's halberd, but it was a short handle, and there was something wrong with him in his heart, but he still didn't care.

The divine soldiers were stolen, how could these people transport the divine soldiers back to Jiangdu?