Qin Langchuan asked, "Why didn't he kill you?"

Hsinchu said: "I was still in the cabinet at that time, and he naturally didn't find out. At that time, he killed several senior brothers, and the master was so frightened that he sat on the ground, and what was even more strange was that the Tartar could actually speak Chinese, and he said don't be afraid, if you have the intention of saving me, I won't harm you, but other people can't help but kill. The master hurriedly kowtowed and thanked him, the Tartar asked the senior brother Changhai just now that there was a Ming army in the temple What was going on, the master said, the Tartar nodded, and took off the heavy armor on his body, it turned out that he still had a layer of light armor inside, although he was also penetrated by the firecracker, but the injury was not deep, he used a knife to rip out the iron bullet on his chest, pulled the strip of cloth to bandage it, and tied the master's hands and feet, gagged his mouth, and turned around with a bow for a long time without moving, I wanted to go out of the cabinet to visit but didn't dare, and then he came back, took a knife to pick open the strip of cloth on the master's hand and let him escape, and then left。 Master went out and came back in a circle, and said, 'All dead, all dead, sin, sin, what to do, what can I do!' Di Nian chattered and cried, tied a long silk in this room, and wanted to hang himself, but stepped on the stool to put his head in and hesitated, suddenly there was a loud noise, the master was frightened, the stool was crooked, the long silk was solid, he hanged himself like this, I came out of the closet to look outside, it turned out that the senior brothers in the temple had been killed, the temple was on fire, the powder magazine exploded, and when I heard someone coming in a mess, I was scared, so I hid again. ”

A sergeant was suspicious: "Your master is going to commit suicide, why don't you come out to stop it?"

In the light, a trace of hatred flashed across Hsinchu's delicate face, and it was slightly red, his eyes drooped, his eyes moved to a corner where no one was, and he said softly: "He...... He makes me hurt so much every time, and he doesn't care if I live or die......"

Qin Langchuan couldn't help frowning, and said in his heart that if I listen to it again, I will have to vomit here, General Yan waved his hand to lead everyone out, and some of the sergeants also scolded and kicked Hsinchu, spitting "bah".

The night sky is dark and lonely, there are no stars and no moon, the temple in the courtyard is forested, the corner ridge is towering, the autumn wind sweeps between the eaves, the bell rings crisply, and it is far away and clear.

Qin Langchuan took a long breath, his face solemn: "From this point of view, it should only be this one Tartar who killed the monks of the whole temple and the defenders of the powder magazine, and there are no other spies. He can kill so many people in a short period of time without causing alarm and commotion, he must be a good assassin, and now that this person is lurking in the city, he will definitely carry out sabotage activities, and generals at all levels must be especially careful. ”

Chang Sihao said: "From what is known, he is tall, with a wound on his chest, a braid, and a good use of bows and arrows and Mongolian knives. Although his skills are extraordinary, his appearance is very different from that of our Han people, and it is not difficult to search for him. General Yan nodded, and instructed the sergeant to interrogate Hsinchu, draw a figure for distribution everywhere, and assign a team of men to search around for other enemy soldiers who had slipped through the air.

Back in the west of the city, Qin Juexiang greeted him from afar, and after listening to Chang Sihao's story, he scolded: "I know that the monks have no good things, their scalps are shaved and shiny, and their heads are full of male thieves and female prostitutes!"

Xin Lu was sitting at the head of the city holding a sword and taking a nap, when he heard it from a distance, his eyes swept over coldly, and Qin Jue Xiang didn't realize it: "Let's fight bloodily, but he saved the Tartar and wanted to save his life through merit, and he deserved to die!"

Chang Sihao stabbed him with a look: "One yard is one yard, why do you open your mouth and bring all the monks." ”

Qin Juexiang turned around and saw Xinlu, scratched his head and felt embarrassed, and beckoned: "Sister Xinlu, don't be too careful, I'm talking about the monk of Huayan Temple, not you, although you also have a shiny brain, but you are so beautiful, how can you have a belly of male thieves and female prostitutes?" Qin Langchuan scolded: "You don't know how to speak, so you don't fart less!" Qin Juexiang closed his mouth with a bitter face, not daring to look at him, turned around and bowed straight at Xinlu with his hands folded.

Xinlu was not surprised by him, her face was expressionless, she closed her eyes and continued to rest.

Back at the arrow tower, the generals at all levels have arrived, and their faces are dark and depressed, they all know that there is no ammunition, and the little bit left in the city can not be used, and the Tartars will be exhausted if they charge down, and they may not be able to support a charge. Although you can still fight hand-to-hand with the Tartars, it is a world of difference compared to having firearms to help you fight.

General Yan explained the affairs of Huayan Temple in detail in front of the simple conference table, threw the Tatar heavy armor on the table, and the generals watched, their eyes fell on the ghost-faced moth on the neckline, and their eyes immediately stared round, looking at each other, and their expressions were a little nervous. Yan Zongbing felt that the atmosphere was wrong, so he asked: "What, is there any problem?

A general said: "My lord, according to our opinion, there is no doubt that the Tartar must be Mo Rigen. ”

Chang Sihao was slightly familiar with this name, and remembered that outside Datong City that day, Qi Beishan had mentioned that this person seemed to be at the same level as Bo Rigude and Su Heba Shou in the Tartar army, and they were all famous generals.

General Yan said: "I have heard of Mo Rigen, it is normal for him to lead the eagle wingers to attack the city this time, why are you so nervous?"

The general said: "My lord, you have not been in office for a long time, I don't know the situation in the army, Mo Rigen is quite famous, he has a nickname called No Shadow, he is very good at assassination and camouflage, and the action orders are all issued by me personally." The Tartars knew that he was in the army, but no one knew where he was, and this man was very skilled in archery, and the arrows he shot would turn around......"

"Fuck!" Qin Juexiang almost scolded as he listened to it on the side, and muttered secretly: "What a fucking fart!" Even if you are scared by him, the exaggeration is not so exaggerated, if he can shoot a crooked arrow, Lao Tzu can pull three-sided shit!"

The general saw that several people in the Qin family had unkind faces, and their hearts were worried, their eyes flickered a little, and they didn't dare to exaggerate anymore, so they continued: "...... He, he was named a warrior of light in Tartary, and the ghost-faced moth was his mark, taking the moth into the fire, risking his life for the light in his heart. ”

Yan Zongbing also frowned when he heard this, and wanted to stop him from talking, but the faces of the generals seemed to be uncertain, and this mentality could not be changed by banning words. Chang Sihao looked at the appearance of the generals shrunk their heads and brains, and the indescribable disgust in his heart, he stood up on the ground and said loudly: "What if Mo Rigen is powerful? Afraid of being assassinated by him, do you raise your hands and surrender?"

The crowd was staring at him timidly, although he was a dignified court official, but the gaze of this civilian boy really made people feel cold at the bottom of their hearts when they saw it. No one spoke for a while, and the air in the room was a little oppressive.

A staff general said as if **: "My lord, now that the powder magazine has been blown up, more than 70,000 Tartars are camped outside, and it is not good for us to fight again, I replied that the matter was reported for more than half a month, and the court did not have a letter, and Lord Wang Chonggu didn't know what the war situation was, and it was impossible to wait for Shuozhou to come to help, and now, we have become a lonely city here." ”

Chang Sihao exchanged glances with Qin Langchuan, Chen Shengyi and others, thinking that if the heart of the official was uncertain, then the military spirit below would be dispersed.

Yan Zongbing leaned back on the back of the chair, put his hands together on his abdomen, his eyes swept back and forth on the faces of the generals a few times, and he was speechless for a long time. Generals, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what the chief soldier is going to do. After a long while, General Yan got up and said, "Let's go, go to the city." ”

The night sky was as black as ink, and every few steps above the city stood a stand made of three wooden sticks, with an oil pan at the top, and the core ropes spread out and lit, and the flames flickered.

Everyone followed General Yan out of the arrow tower, and looked at the fire and stars of the camp in the distance outside the city, scattered and regular, and intertwined into a city. It can be vaguely seen that the sentinels patrolling the camp are constantly shuttling back and forth. The city was silent, dark and silent between the houses, and there were wounded soldiers sitting and leaning on the side of the road, under the steps, and at the corners of the wall, and tied into small piles.

Yan Zongbing raised his voice and shouted, "Everyone!"

The loud voice spread far away, and even the defenders on the north and south sides could hear it clearly, and the people in the discussion stopped, turned their faces and stood up, and looked at the city.

Looking at these eyes, General Yan felt a chill: the sergeants' eyes were full of hesitation, anxiety and despair, and the army's heart was in turmoil, and the city was ...... I'm afraid it's going to be over!

He knew that the news of the gunpowder being blown up had spread, and it was useless to conceal it, so he took a long breath and shouted loudly: "Everyone knows about it, right? The general gunpowder magazine of Huayan Temple has been blown up, and there is nothing left!"

The army was in a commotion, and no one expected that the adults would be able to open their mouths and poke this thing out.

"I think all of you know what this means to us! Outside the city—" Yan Zongbing's hand pointed back, "There are more than 70,000 troops there, and as long as they are killed, there will be only one end - the slaughter of the city! There is never an entry for prisoners on the Tartars' merit book, only the number of heads! The people of Jingping are innocent, they don't even have the ability to resist, and they still die tragically under the Tartars' knives! With these dog-animals, do you think there is any reason to talk about?"

The army was stunned for a moment, and suddenly responded: "No!"

Yan Zongbing said: "As a dignified citizen of the Ming Dynasty, how many years of soldiers stationed in the frontier who have experienced wind, frost, rain, snow and iron fighting, do you think that you are worse than those dog Tartars? Yes, firearms have provided us with powerful combat power, but ——, I always firmly believe that the ultimate decisive factor in the victory or defeat of a war is people! Without gunpowder, we will definitely lose the fuck? Nonsense! Look at what the Tartars have in their hands? It is a bow and arrow! It is a scimitar! Back then, when Grandpa Tai drove them out of the Central Plains with a big stick and smacking the buttocks of the Tartars, they had these broken copper and iron in their hands!"

The army burst into laughter.

General Yan's eyes slowly swept around: "Normally, when we walk around the streets, which common people don't nod their heads and bow their waists and respectfully respect 'military master'? Everyone, do you think you are very capable? How powerful are you? They respect us because we will fight for them and block the knives and guns of the Tartars for them when we start a war! Now that the time has come, should we stand up and fight, or surrender? Escape? Drill into the well and hide from being the king?"

The troops below were silent, and they froze there.

Yan Zongbing's tone softened, and his face became much more solemn: "God has given people a backbone, so that people can stand upright, not lie down like dogs! Let me tell you, a man, a man, a man, can't carry such a heavy shame! You may not believe that 20 years ago, I was a deserter when I was fighting against Japanese people along the coast, but now I am a general soldier, do you know why?"

When the sergeants heard this, they all looked at each other, thinking to themselves, why did the chief soldier even serve as a deserter? What is even more surprising is that he can admit himself today. A person who has been a deserter is extremely cowardly, so how can he be promoted to a high official? This is really incomprehensible.

"Because ——," After a pause, and after the sound of the exchange of heads and ears gradually subsided, General Yan continued to say loudly: "I met a hero, a heroic swordsman! He is this old Mr. Qin Langchuan Qin who is standing next to me! He said a sentence to me at that time, only 16 words, but it changed my life. Do you want to hear it? What he said was: 'No one is immortal, and he can fear death, and he is happy to live, but he is greedy for life!'"

When these words came out, the city was solemn and extremely quiet.

“...... These 16 words have always been in my heart for 20 years! Now, what I want to say is: Brothers, don't let yourself be unable to face the eyes of your children and grandchildren in a few decades! When they climb on your knees with yearning and reverence on their faces, we should proudly tell him: Your grandfather's two round bones did not kneel on the ground back then, but on the enemy's face! Your grandfathers fought side by side in the city of Datong decades ago with swords and guns in hand, and their trouser belts were full of Tartar heads! The battlefield has always belonged only to men, to men whose heads can be broken, whose blood can flow, whose buttocks cannot be twisted forward, and whose bodies cannot fall!

General Yan's words were sonorous and powerful, like a golden stone striking a bell, echoing in the city, and every word was extremely clear.

"Your Excellency is right!"

"Swear to defend Datong to the death!"

"Datong will win! Datong will win!" Everyone raised their swords and guns, and the roar of the tide rose, and the crowd was excited. Most of the officers who had been depressed before looked ashamed, and then, like everyone else, raised their arms and shouted.

Seeing the army like this, General Yan felt a little relieved in his heart, and unconsciously tears overflowed on his eyelashes.

Suddenly, the dark light flashed in the dark night, and an arrow came from the north, turning horizontally in the air and making an arc, slashing at his neck and throat!