Xiang Lige lied, there were no thirty ink people in Ruyin City, not even ten, except for him, there were only three people.

"Xiang Lige won't be coming back."

Ruyin City, looking up at the sun overhead, Deng Fuzi, the only and last leader of the Southern Mo of Chu State, sighed, with some sadness on his face.

In addition to the old Deng Fuzi, a strong man who is nine feet tall and is like a high wall, and he is thin and thin, because he has lived a difficult life since he was a child, and he has a mouthful of rotten teeth and looks at each other, and he is also a little sad.

Xiang Lige is different from those of them who have been ink for generations, and Xiang Lige is not only Mr. Deng's most proud disciple, but also the only person among them who can lobby.

It's a pity that this person is too stubborn and idealistic, and he can know that it is impossible for the Qin army outside to give up the siege, but Xiang Lige wants to try.

"It seems that if you read too many books, people will be stupid." Qi Fang, who had only joined the ink maker for less than two years, thought secretly.

Now, Xiang Lige has not returned for a long time, and the three of them speculate that he may have angered the Qin generals because of his inferior words, and he was beheaded and sacrificed to the flag.

But no one doubted that he would be ashamed to return because of his lobbying, or simply surrender.

"Such a fragile person among the ink scholars has long since fled in the past twenty years, and it is impossible to stay until now." Mr. Tang said.

Mr. Deng is already a shaky old man, he is the "master" of Xianglige, Kuli, and Qiya, and he is the person who taught them Mojia morality. He was the only one who had the honor to see the scene forty years ago, when Southern Zhimo gathered dozens of people to respond to Pingyuan Jun's request and rushed to Handan, together with people with lofty ideals in the world, to assist the old and weak women and children of Zhao State to resist the tyrannical Qin army.

At that time, Deng Fuzi was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and the ink of the south at that time was still very prosperous.

But that was their last glory, and then the Wei State attacked and defended, and the Mo people helped defend the city, most of them were killed and wounded, and only Mr. Deng and a few others who remained in the south remained.

The Si people have passed away, and the living people are congratulating them on their well-deserved deaths and traveling with the ghosts and gods, and at the same time, they must also start recruiting new ink artists to replenish their manpower.

However, in this world, ambitious scholars are pursuing fame and wealth, and the Mo family is no longer a scholar and is not treated by the princes, who wants to be an ink scholar?

It is better for the samurai to be rangers and be happy with revenge than to be strict with their disciples and prohibit private fights.

The scribes would rather be Confucianists, with wide sleeves and belts, boastful talk, and enter the curtain of the king, which is better than the ink man wearing a brown coat and a stumbling clothes, and burying his head in dealing with wood and stones.

The ink of the south is strict with himself, hard-working, and also contrary to social customs, advocating festivals and funerals, dreaming that people in the world are as frugal and restrained as they are, and loving the world like siblings, all of which are daunting. Therefore, even the common people of Qianshou would rather continue to be their 100 workers, merchants, farmers, and even singing and dancing, medicine and blessings, which are better than those who do ink.

The Moji preached the will of heaven, advocating that the big do not attack the small, the strong do not insult the weak, the many do not steal the widowed, the deceitful do not deceive the foolish, the noble do not be arrogant and the lowly, the rich do not be arrogant and the poor, and the strong do not take away the old body......

However, the world likes to rely on the strong, so as to bully the weak, who wants to help them fight against the strong and uphold morality?

So in the end, there are fewer and fewer ink writers, and the only ones who occasionally join them are those who are grateful for the disadvantaged groups rescued by the ink people, and they are dying one after another......

Although Kuli is nine feet tall, he is sexually ignorant, and when he was teased on the street, after being rescued by Mr. Deng, he followed him in a wooden manner, never leaving an inch.

Qiya's family is poor, he is a craftsman in Huaibei, he eats in Fengjun, and his life is quite passable. But when the war between Qin and Chu ignited, his family was also affected, and the whole family died, and they were pulled out of the pile of dead by Deng Fuzi and Ku Li, and after that, he also joined the ranks of the ink people.

Xianglige, on the other hand, has been ink for generations, and has its own persistence and stubbornness that has been inherited for two hundred years.

It is these four people who constitute the last ink of the south......

"Now, only the three of us are left to guard this city."

The corners of Qiya's mouth were a little bitter: "The old man, the fool, and I, the widow." ”

This scene is really ironic, when Ruyin is in danger, it is not its feudal monarch Douran, not Xiang Yan, but such three people.

Qi Ya was a little pessimistic, he didn't think that relying on just three ink men could make Ruyin, which was low-walled, resist the attack of the Qin army.

He asked Master Deng: "Master once told me that in ancient times, there were people who knew how to defend cities, but they did not care for the people at home, did not make peace with the outside world, and alienated countries with few troops, and despised strong countries with weak strength...... Therefore, it is necessary to be cautious when helping others, and if you don't get it right, you will be tired if you know how to defend the city. ”

"Are we also burdened by our own city defense skills now?"

"It's a contract."

Although Mr. Deng is old, he is also like them, wearing short brown clothes, busy in the city, he said: "The giants of the past dynasties have their last words, if there is an unjust war between the strong and the weak, and the big invades the small, the weak and the small ask the Mo family for help, and the Mo must not refuse!" ”

Because of this contract, in the past two hundred years, I don't know how many ink people have died in the battle to defend the city, but they still go forward one after another, as if their sacrifice can be turned into firewood, so that the flame of ideals will never be extinguished......

Deng Fuzi turned around and pointed to the local residents under the city who came to the city wall to assist in defending the city under the arrangement of the feudal monarch of the Chu State and the Mo people: "Qin and Chu fought three battles in two years, and the people were unbearable. And now the Qin army entered the Chu realm, and the Qin army killed its crops and killed its children, and the people were terrified, and regarded Qin as a tiger and wolf. Compared to Qin, they were of course weak, and at this moment, what they were most looking forward to was someone who could help them keep the tiger and wolf out of the city and prevent them from biting their lives. ”

He also pointed to those Feng Junqing doctors who finally let go of their noble status as Feng Junqing's doctors when the catastrophe was imminent, and also let their wives and concubines join the army and boil water under the city to help: "These rich and noble people on weekdays, but the Qin army broke Chu, cut down its trees, fell its walls, filled its ravines, seized and killed its livestock, burned its ancestral temple, and moved its heavy weapons. At present, they are also helpless and weak, and if they don't work hard to save themselves, they can only be reduced to fish and meat. ”

The Mohists do not join every war without choice, but when the weak raise their voices and hope for help, they will be involved in the war and will always be on the side of the weak.

It is absolutely not permissible for the powerful to unilaterally kill the weak!

This reminded him of himself, and when he was helpless in the midst of the chaos of the city, it was the Ink One who saved him.

"Besides."

Mr. Deng said with a smile: "This city is not necessarily undefended, although the city of Ruyin is not high, it is very strong, the city guards are available, and the firewood and grain and grass are sufficient, which is the reason why I let people abandon Hu City and concentrate here to garrison." ”

"Disciple understood."

Sakugaya nodded, his slightly shaken heart calming down, and he began to walk among the soldiers and civilians again, giving them orders.

A large number of people gathered at the head of the city to add bricks to the battlements, and the progress was good. On the other hand, the crumbling buildings that grew beneath the walls were an eyesore, clinging to the walls like barnacles attached to the hull of ships, among which were shops, liquor stores, and houses, as well as cheap prostitutes.

According to the rules of the ink master to defend the city, all buildings within ten steps of the city must be emptied, leaving no trace behind, otherwise it is easy to be ignited by the smoke thrown by the enemy, causing chaos.

After arranging for the demolition of these buildings, Qi Ya added to a Chu military official: "In the city, wherever arrows can reach outside the city, all firewood, grass piles and houses must be plastered with a layer of mud. ”

He was in charge of directing the city to prepare for the defense of the city, and Kuli was a stupid man who didn't talk much, just hung his sword and helped the people carry heavy dirt bags.

And Mr. Deng is their backbone, and at this time he is at the head of the city for the craftsmen to place the ink man's weapon: the ballista!

This kind of machine placed on the city wall, with a size of five inches of wood to make a crossbow bed, the bed weighs 120 catties, can shoot 60 crossbow arrows ten feet long one after another, and the lethality is extremely great! However, it takes ten people to operate, and Mr. Deng can only temporarily teach some crossbowmen in the city, hoping that this object will come in handy when defending against the enemy.

The nervous preparations of the three ink masters, the 3,000 soldiers in the city, and the 5,000 people were interrupted by the rapid sound of gold in the evening!

"The Qin army is here!"

Sharp shouts resounded through the city, and everyone's faces froze, and then they went up to the city to defend against the enemy.

The method of defending the city of the ink is for the whole people to go into battle. In addition to the sixty soldiers, there were also 10 men, 20 adult women, and 10 old and young men for every 50 paces of the city wall, making a total of 100 men. The guards under the city, one step at a time, take this as the standard, it is enough to guard.

At present, the manpower in the city is barely able to fill the city according to this standard.

It should have been a noisy and chaotic scene, however, the soldiers and civilians of the Chu State at the head of the city all looked at the enemy in the distance in horror, except for the sound of drums and golden sounds of alarm, there was no sound on the city wall

Qiya also climbed up to the top of the city and stood beside Deng Fuzi and Kuli, and he now understood why everyone was silent.

He saw that two miles away, a black battle flag fluttered in the wind, the bright spears and swords were dazzling, a group of black-armored Qin soldiers lined up in a neat queue, and a column of chariot cavalry guarded its left and right, under the command of a strong and low drum, they stepped on the same pace, pushing the siege equipment that had been made, and walked firmly towards Ruyin.

This is Qin Jun......

On the city wall, the people of Chu suppressed the fear in their chests, many people couldn't hold the spear, and involuntarily stretched out their tongues and licked their lips to soothe their emotions, watching the enemy gradually approach the city wall, everyone's heartbeat was beating nervously with the pace of the Qin army's advance.

The same is true of Qi Ya, a lonely and widowed craftsman who has only joined the ink artist for two years, and remembers the terrible Qin army and the death of his wife and children in the war between Wang Ben and Chu.

"Cheeky, your legs are shaking."

Mr. Deng reminded lightly on the side, and then looked at Qi Yan, whose old eyes seemed to be saying to him: "Go down to the city now, and quit the ink now, it's still too late to ......."

Mr. Deng has lived long enough, and has participated in countless wars, he has already looked down on death, in the face of the powerful Qin army in front of him, he does not have any fear in his heart, but has a trace of indescribable relief, if he can keep it, it is a good thing, if he can't hold it, die here, how can it not be a relief?

He had the will to die, but the three disciples didn't have to, especially Qiya, who could have taken off his brown coat and continued to be his craftsman.

However, Sakuya straightened his waist and said softly, "It's the wind!" ”

He bared a mouthful of rotten teeth and smiled: "It's the wind that makes my legs shake!" ”

The stupid Kuli opened his broad palm in confusion, but found that there was no trace of wind in the city.

But in the eyes of Qi Yan, there is, the invisible wind is converging into a storm in the distance, rolling black and oppressive stratus clouds, pressing towards Ruyin City like a mountain and a sea!

However, as an ink man, he will not bow to any power!

He plucked up his courage, stepped forward, and stood side by side with Ku Li, beside Deng Fuzi.

……

A mile away from Ruyin City, the commander of Heifu, who was ordered to be the follow-up force to cover the first people to capture the city, was in this cloud, gradually advancing with his thousands of men.

When you raise your head, you can see the low Ruyin City, and among the soldiers and civilians of the Chu State standing in two groups, there are three ink men in brown clothes, standing side by side, smiling at death......

They are like three stubborn salmon in the surging waves of this great era, but they are blindly tracing back when everyone knows that the world is changing and learning to go with the flow!