"The king should distinguish between right and wrong, judge loyalty and treachery, good and evil, and do not listen to the words of one person, and let the people of the world chill."

"When Wu Lingjun said this, is he saying that my king does not distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil?" The queen, who had been sitting quietly in the king's coffin, suddenly said in a voice, obviously in a joking tone, but it made people feel a chill down her spine when she heard it, and her words were prickly, and it was obvious that the person who came was not good.

"Wu Lingjun, what a boldness."

"Don't dare!"

When the queen of the dynasty, Murong was the granddaughter of the national teacher Zi Ying, and she was over thirty years old when she was in the prime of women's charm.

"Even if Wulingjun beats a dog, it depends on the master, Murong Helan is the younger brother of the palace, is there something wrong with the old general's approach? Anyway, the old general didn't even give the face of the king, let alone the palace. Murong Rong snorted coldly and pulled down the curtains heavily.

"Your Majesty, it is getting dark, so let's set out on our way. Since the old general is so worried about the country and the people, let him stay and guard the old capital. By the way, I would like to say hello to the ladies and sons of your mansion for this palace! ”

Wang Bao's wheels slowly rolled again, and the brightly dressed Mei Ji sat on Wang Pu Jiao and complained that Wang Cai was too bumpy. The hundred officials rode on horseback, pulling the saddle in an awkward posture, the elderly ministers beat their sore backs from time to time, and the young sons and daughters of the wealthy families who were used to being arrogant and lascivious were also complaining, and the palace maids and eunuchs followed behind and walked slowly. The merchants rode ox carts to follow, followed by the people who moved the capital, all of them were yellow and thin, ragged, dragging their families with heavy steps, the people walked three times and looked back at the century-old royal city, they were unwilling to go, that was their roots, they had lived there for several generations, and they didn't know when they would come back. They didn't want to leave, but the army of the Tiger Wolf Qin State was about to enter the city, and they had to go.

A young child was physically exhausted and fell down in the crowd, the parents' hearts were like iron, and they walked forward without looking back, seeing that the child became blurred under the trampling of the crowd, Wu Lingjun's feet were fixed in place as if they were hard, and he couldn't take a step, he didn't want to save, but he didn't dare to save, he had seen too many lives and deaths along the way, if he saved one, then who could save the other victims. This is a tragedy in the world, Rao is a veteran like him who kills decisively on the battlefield, and he can't bear to turn his head and can't bear to look at it again, the heart-rending scream digs his heart and scrapes off pieces of flesh, Wu Lingjun hates and hates his powerlessness at this moment.

When twilight fell, hundreds of thousands of refugees from the southern underworld moved the capital with the king, in the dim twilight, slowly squirming, like a huge mollusk, slowly and hard, forced to leave their lair.

The army of Qin has broken through the city gate, they are not in a hurry to enter the city, they are resting at this moment, waiting for the arrival of the next day, waiting for the second day to break through the imperial city in one fell swoop, the smoke rises, and the black outside the city oppresses a large army of Qin.

Wu Lingjun turned over on his horse, and the soldiers behind him also turned over and got on his horse, and followed the old general back to the city from the side gate of the capital, and the defenders of Qin seemed to be in the grip of the handle. The capital city was broken, but the imperial city was still intact, but it was already an empty city, and the imperial city, which was lively and colorful in the past, was cold and deserted at this time, and seemed to have lost all its previous colors in an instant, and was covered with a layer of black and misty death.

Seeing the general come back, all the soldiers guarding the imperial city stood up in unison, and their clear eyes looked at him with blazing eyes. Wuling Jun Feng Temple was silent for a long time before he said those desperate words.

"There are no reinforcements."

There was a deathly silence on the walls of the imperial city, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone was silent. Wuling Junfeng Temple looked at the fire in the distance, where the army of the Qin State was stationed, and tomorrow they were about to break through the imperial city, and every piece of land in the imperial city was about to be soaked in blood. They were outcasts, they were a group of people who were outcasts by the king and the royal family.

"Tomorrow, the army of the Qin State will attack the city gate, and if we have no reinforcements, we will definitely die. Let's go, the Qin State will not kill the pawns. ”

The old general's heavy words were like a big stone pressing on the hearts of all the soldiers and soldiers, and they were heavy and breathless.

"Feng Si was born in Yingdu, and he will be buried with Yingdu when he dies. Now this is already an empty city, those pretentious ministers have already fled with their tails between their legs, and it is pointless to defend it any longer, you all go, don't waste meaningless sacrifices in vain, let's go, Qin State will not kill and surrender. ”

Li You, a deputy general at the head, knelt heavily on his knees, his eyes were red, and his words were a little heartbreaking: "General, the minister followed you to the bloody battlefield at the age of twenty, and fought in the south and north for more than 20 years, and there are countless scars on this body, which one is not left when killing the enemy, the tigers and wolves and thieves of the Qin State broke our capital, and they have a hatred that we don't share." And the old general's words told me to surrender the thief of the Qin State, and the minister was unwilling. Is the old general doubting our loyalty? ”

A generation of veterans has galloped on the battlefield for more than 20 years, and at the time of national calamity, he actually asked his subordinates to surrender the enemy army, what a sad thing, unless it is absolutely necessary, when there is no way out, he will never do this. But if you don't do this, do you want your subordinates to do that fearless struggle and die in vain? He was distressed, Yingdu was dead, but the warriors of the Southern Underworld couldn't die. Those so-called royal nobles and wealthy families abandoned the city and fled when the national disaster came, leaving less than 6,000 soldiers to defend the imperial city, they were undoubtedly abandoned, and the enemy's Qin army was full of 200,000 troops, and this defense of the city had no meaning to them, and there was no way to escape by hitting the stone with an egg.

"If the general doesn't leave, the minister won't leave, and the minister will follow the general to the death."

"This is a military order!"

"If the minister disobeys the military order, if the general wants to kill the minister, he will not complain. It is the honor of the minister to die under the general's sword, and the minister just regrets that he can't pull a few more thieves from the Qin State on his back. ”

"You think I'm not going to kill you?" The veteran of the battlefield pulled out his saber with a snort, and the sharp blade was cold, and the scabbard was mottled with blood.

"Even if the minister dies, he will not surrender. Surrendered to the general's bloody battlefield, after countless battles of all sizes, which time was not escaped from death and survived? The minister is not afraid of death, the minister is only afraid of the thieves of the Qin State, and he will live in the world, and after he dies, he will not have the face to see my dead brothers. General, tell the minister, if those brothers ask the minister why he surrendered the thief of the Qin State, how will the general ask the minister to answer! ”

A cold wind blew, blowing the veteran's snow-white beard, and also blowing his iron-like heart, he violently swung his knife to behead the deputy general Li You, but was stopped by Fan Rong, a partial general on the side, the knife fell to the ground, and his calloused hands were trembling slightly.

"What is the old general going to do? Will the generals also kill us all? The minister swears not to surrender! ”

"I'll die and won't surrender!" The six thousand armor soldiers knelt on the ground with a bang.

"Follow the general to the death!"

In the dark night, the bonfire was blazing, the fire was fierce, the pair of blazing eyes burst out with a vast killing intent, and the strong hearts were eager to fight, that was a kind of spirit that regarded death as home, and the high fighting spirit and passion urgently needed a fierce battle to vent. Goose-feather snowflakes fall from the sky, this is what will be the longest dark night in every warrior's life, maybe not dark, but it must be long.

Wu Lingjun walked on the deserted streets of the imperial city, and the streets that used to be full of lights and cars became depressed and deserted, and I don't know who knocked over the wheat and scattered it all over the ground when fleeing. A few dim candles in the cold alleys went on and off.

"Sell ravioli, sell ravioli, hot ravioli—"

A familiar shout came from the old alleys of the street, and Wu Lingjun was frightened and walked over with a voice.

"Uncle, why are you still here?"

"People are too old to walk."

Hearing this, Wu Lingjun's heart trembled.

"Would the general like a bowl of hot ravioli?"

"Okay."

Goose-feathered snowflakes fell, and the eighty-year-old man used a bamboo stick to pick out the wick in the oil lamp, and the room instantly brightened up a lot. But in a moment, the old man served a large bowl of steaming wontons.

"Here comes the ravioli!"

The big bowl was full of wontons, hot and wafting with a rich fragrance, and the green onions were the same as usual.

"Hurry up and taste it, and see if it tastes the same as before! It's really cold this day, and after eating this big bowl, my body will be warm. The general has not been here for many days since he went out to fight the year before last, and the old slave's eyes are getting more and more flowery. The old man looked out of the door with a pair of misty old eyes, he tightened his clothes and sat on the bench, holding a plate of peanuts in his hand, he seemed to be talking to himself.

"This man is gone, deserted. If I'm a lot older, where else can I go? People say, these seventy are so rare, I have lived to be eighty years old, and I have lived long enough. ”

The old man picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"When will the world be peaceful, it is the people who suffer. Hey, the old slave has never walked out of this imperial city in his life, what is the outside world like, this old man has never seen it in his life. People in these streets and alleys say that the Great Liang of the Wei State is beautiful, and the Linzi City of the Qi State is lively. But the old slave thinks that this imperial city is the most beautiful. The city is beautiful, and this person is also beautiful. ”

Wu Lingjun quietly listened to the old man's self-talk, none of the wontons in the bowl had been moved, and he also looked sideways at the goose feather snow falling outside the door.

"The old slave was born in this imperial city, this person can't see parting when he is old, this is the old slave's home, the general likes to eat the old slave's bowl of wontons since he was a child, the old slave is happy. In the past, I always said to the Wang Po who sold buns opposite that our general Nanming also likes to eat this bowl of wontons made by the old slave. The old man laughed dryly, then picked up another peanut and put it in his mouth.

"Now this person is gone, but the old slave wants to guard this imperial city of Yingdu. Hey, this old man likes to chatter, and the general is not strange. Does the general still think this wonton tastes good? ”

"It's natural, it's as good as it used to be." Wu Lingjun picked up the big bowl and hurriedly covered the sourness of his eyes.

"This is the last time the old slave made wontons for the general, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future." The old man's tone seemed to be a little regretful, and he sighed softly.

"General take care, general go slowly!" The old man stood quietly under the porch outside the door, watching the back of Feng Temple gradually moving away, the snow falling heavier and heavier, and falling all over the silver armor. Looking at his distant back, which was the direction of the general's mansion, the old man suddenly choked in his throat, and knelt on the ground suddenly, covering his eyes with his hands but unable to squeeze out a single tear.

Everyone in this imperial city knows that this general's mansion was slaughtered a few days ago.