It was nearly dusk, the wind and sand subsided, everyone dispersed and returned to their posts, and the troops sat on the corpses and ate in several groups at the head of the city.

The sunset shines on the mountain, adding a touch of residual red to this cold and depressed ancient city of Aomori.

General Yan patrolled everywhere, went down to the city to comfort the wounded, checked the armament, and returned to the arrow tower in a circle, with a sad face.

Seeing this, Qin Langchuan comforted: "The attackers work hard, and the defenders are long-lasting, but I replied that the siege of the Beijing division finally retreated, first, they were not in the heart to break the city, and secondly, they knew their own advantages, siege warfare was not what they were good at, and the cavalry, the most important main force, was difficult to exert its might, so they did not dare to move lightly in the face of 60,000 defenders. Today, the defense of Datong City is stable, the grain and grass are abundant, and it has the advantage of firearms, although the enemy soldiers are ten times more than ours, there is no need to worry. ”

General Yan nodded: "The old lady analyzed, but after checking just now, the defenders killed six hundred and thirteen people, and more than five hundred were wounded, half of which were seriously injured and lost their combat strength, if it weren't for the help of the Qin family's masters and more than a dozen masters of the Hengshan faction, the number of casualties would far exceed these." If this continues, I am afraid that the future is worrying. ”

Qin Langchuan was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a loud noise, his feet flickered, the purlins on the roof of the building staggered, and the dust rustled.

Yan Zongbing looked out, the camp was very far away, there was no sign of attacking at all, he was stunned for a moment, ran a few steps and pushed the back window to look, only to see the thick smoke in the direction of the Huayan Temple in the city, up to ten zhang, connected with the dark sky, exclaimed: "Oh no!"

Datong city defense to the west, the north and south second, Huayan Temple location to the west, in order to facilitate access, the Ming army has already requisitioned the temple, the total powder magazine moved inside, now the city is defended by firearms, this place is going to have a problem, that is the heart of the knife.

A small flag ran upstairs on his feet, and said with a face like ash: "My lord, Huayan Temple is walking in the water, and the powder magazine has exploded!"

Yan Zongbing's brain was buzzing, and he ordered the deputy general to stay and carefully observe the movements outside the city, and he and Qin Langchuan hurriedly went down the stairs to the city, got on the horse and went straight to Huayan Temple, and when they reached the halfway point, they happened to meet Chang Sihao and Qin Juexiang leading two ox carts full of large barrels, and they were coming to the city along Daxi Street, Qin Langchuan said: "Xiaohao, follow me!" Chang Sihao didn't know what was going on, it was expected to be related to the loud noise just now, and turned around and said: "Jue Xiang, the convoy is handed over to you, and the things will be moved to the city for backup." Qin Juexiang nodded, and Chang Sihao then caught up.

When they arrived at Huayan Temple, the fire had been controlled, and someone saw that General Yan's troops were coming, and hurriedly greeted him to report the situation: "Your Excellency, all the gunpowder has exploded, and there is nothing left, and the sergeants guarding here have also been killed, and the corpses have been moved out of the house." As he spoke, he led the way.

General Yan's face turned pale, and he entered the mountain gate without saying a word.

Huayan Temple is divided into two temples, the upper temple has the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the lower temple is in the east, the main hall is the Tibetan Scripture Palace, the matching hall that is requisitioned as a powder magazine is on the north side of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the scale is similar to the Tibetan Scripture Palace, Chang Sihao follows the crowd forward, smells a choking gunpowder smell from afar, comes to the front to see, this matching hall has been blown up and uncovered, the remnants of the wall are half decadent, there are sparks everywhere, the broken bricks and rotten tiles and scorched wood collapse all over the courtyard, fifty corpses are arranged in a row, burned to the scorched smell, and there is green smoke on the body. Although all the troops are battle-hardened people, they can't bear to see this tragic situation.

At this time, it was already dark, Chang Sihao squatted down with a lantern and carefully examined it and said: "They all have a fatal wound in the neck, some are shot by arrows and cut by knives, they should have died before they were burned and bombed, otherwise people have the heart to avoid, at least they can protect their heads and faces, thinking that someone killed them and dragged the corpses into the room before lighting the fire." ”

General Yan's eyes were cold: "Could it be that there is a traitor in the city?" He turned his head and said, "What about the abbot?" The sergeant shook his head, and someone said: "We rushed in and rushed to put out the fire, but we didn't see a single monk." Mr. Yan grimaced: "Search for me!"

The sergeant responded, and red lights scattered throughout the Hessian temple.

Yan Zongbing said: "Datong has been clear for a long time, and the city gate will not be open at all except for military needs. Chang Sihao shook his head: "The wounds of the arrow wounds between the necks of these sergeants are triangular, some are from front to back, some are from back to front, and they are penetrating wounds, the tip of the arrow passes through, only the hard bow of the Tartar can shoot out, if it is a spy who has been lurking for a long time, it is difficult to hide such a bow and arrow without being discovered." Yan Zongbing said: "What do you mean......" Suddenly a sergeant shouted from afar: "My lord, the abbot and the monks are dead!"

Everyone was led by the sergeant to the monk's room in the apse, and the lamp shone brightly, only to see the monks lying in the corner lying in a pile, all of them had been out of breath for a long time, Chang Sihao went to inspect, and saw that the monks had a narrow wound between their necks, and the skin and flesh were slightly turned, and only the throat was cut. The sergeant said that this was only one room, and that there were other rooms. Qin Langchuan said strangely: "It seems that they all died silently, how neat are these spies, what about the host?" "I saw that there was a corner door in the southeast direction, and when I came in was a meditation room, the beam of the room was tied with a long tapestry, and the presiding officer hung his neck and died, the sleeves of his robe were leisurely, and after his death, he was incontinent, his crotch was wet, and the smell of feces was unpleasant, and a pair of Tatar heavy armor was thrown on the ground.

Yan Zongbing said curiously: "Why did he commit suicide?"

Qin Langchuan picked up the heavy armor, only to see that there was a hole in the chest on it, stained with blood, a short vertical ring collar on the neck, and two ghost-faced moths engraved on the neckline panel. He exchanged glances with Chang Sihao, but he couldn't figure out the reason, and the sergeant's sharp eyes saw water dripping from under the bedboard, and shouted: "The enemy is here!"

General Yan shouted: "Catch it alive!"

All the sergeants surrounded him, stepped forward with the tip of his knife and opened the cabinet door, but saw a teenage monk hiding inside with his bare buttocks, trembling all over. A sergeant dragged him out, and the little monk's lower body urine flowed and fell on the sergeant, and the sergeant was furious and gave him a mouthful. Yan Zongbing said: "Don't cry! What is your name? Why are you here?"

The little monk wiped his nose and said, "My name is Hsinchu." And he said no more. The sergeant who was stained with urine scolded: "Why do you only answer two questions? Do you want the adults to ask you again?"

General Yan waved his hand, and the sergeant bowed his head and retreated.

Hsinchu scratched his buttocks with one hand, covered his front vulva with the other, and said timidly: "The abbot is my master, and he often pulls me to ...... with him That, that ......"

Everyone could understand it, and several sergeants spat and shouted bad luck.

General Yan frowned and asked, "How did the abbot die?"

"Yes, yes," Hsinchu said: "There is a cannon sound in the city today, and the senior brothers all say that I have been killed, and the master called me, saying that I have an army of more than 100,000 people, relying on the Ming army's wine bags...... What to eat, the city can't be defended, if he kills into the city, no one wants to live, while he is not dead, let's hurry up and be happy, and then ......"

The soldiers gritted their teeth and said in their hearts that we are working hard in the city, but these monks are all exempt from military service, hiding in the temple, talking cool and doing dirty things, which makes people angry. Yan Zongbing waved his hand and said, "You pick up the important ones!"

Hsinchu shrank his neck in fright, and continued with a sigh of relief: "I...... We were in the meditation room all afternoon...... Later, several senior brothers knocked on the door and said that they had found a corpse of a tartar in the backyard, and they did not dare to approach it, so they asked the master what to do. We were startled, and Master told me to hide in the bedboard, and he went out to look at it, and after a while he brought the dead tartar in, and I looked out through the gap, and the tartar was tall, with braids, and a cut string on his shoulder, and the brothers said that he had fallen from the sky, and there was a big longbow beside him. ”

Chang Sihao and Qin Langchuan glanced at each other, thinking that this person must be a member of the enemy's Eagle Wing troops during the siege of the city, and he had slipped through the net, the battle was fierce at that time, and the corpses of many enemies were shot by arrows and floated away with the wind, and it was not uncommon for some to fall in the city. Hsinchu continued: "Master said that this person did not die, but he was hit by an iron bullet and fainted, and instructed several other senior brothers not to spread the word, and one senior brother said that this tartar should be handed over to the army, and the master said that then this person will definitely be killed, and the monks are merciful, and saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and they must not do that......"

When the sergeants heard this, some of them felt that the abbot had not learned the Dharma in vain, but he was not kind, while others felt that he was kind to the Tartars, and that he was simply stupid.

Chang Sihao sneered in his heart, secretly thinking that this abbot was molesting children, how could he have taken Buddhism to heart, he wanted to save the Tartar, just to exchange this grace for his own dog life in the future after I broke the city.

Hsinchu said: "When the master and the brothers said this, I saw in the cabinet that although the tartar's eyelids were not opened, the eyeballs were moving slightly in them, obviously relieved, and the senior brother Changhai disagreed at the time, saying Master, whether this person is dead or alive, the matter is very important, and I can't help but report to the government, the Ming army guarding the powder magazine is in the north courtyard with the hall, maybe I already know, if we hide it, we will be charged with collaborating with the enemy." The master just refused, and the tartar suddenly jumped up, and there was a narrow and bright knife in his hand, and he heard the sound of fluttering, and before he could count three numbers, six or seven senior brothers all fell, and they didn't say a word. ”

Chang Sihao listened to his description, his eyes flashed, and he secretly thought that this person was probably no less skilled than the martial arts master in the Central Plains, and it seemed that he was definitely not an ordinary soldier, and there was such a person in the city, but it would be troublesome.