In the dungeon of Jinyi Weizhao Prison, like a soybean oil lamp, it exudes a dim light without panic, and Father Yang, who is facing the wall cross-legged, looks unfazed, but his heart is overturned. He was not worried about his comfort and grievances, but about the state of the city.

Today's three small victories during the day have completely relaxed the tense nerves of officials in Hangzhou, and the signatories are full of confidence, one is a bad thing, and the other is a good thing.

The bad thing is that they did it to themselves, which he was actually mentally prepared for. Because he has experienced a lot of such things, it is not surprising.

Qi Jiguang and Song Yingchang, the two strong soldiers who fought against the Japanese at the beginning, after the victory of the anti-Japanese war, one was deposed, and his army was regarded as a rebellion and was hanged. After Song Shuai's victory, he was deprived of military rights and forced to return to his hometown to live in seclusion, and finally died of depression.

The Wenchen were absolutely unwilling to allow the generals to achieve great military exploits, and they were too worried that these generals would become the future warlords of the feudal towns. And those civil servants need these military exploits the most, because they can rely on these military exploits to finally become human ministers. He is mentally prepared for such a result, what birds are hidden in the bow Father Yang doesn't understand, but he knows how to unload the mill and kill the donkey. But he really didn't expect them to do it so quickly, so desperately.

Now his biggest concern is still the defense of the city. Once the city of Hangzhou is broken, his home will definitely not be spared. The robbers are not armies, but they only occupy the cities and leave the people behind for them to drive. And the robbers are to kill people for pleasure, for the purpose of looting treasures, and will eventually burn this flower-like Hangzhou with a fire. Hangzhou will never exist in this world again.

It is absolutely impossible to hold Hangzhou, but to count on those civil officials who can only talk about it. It is absolutely impossible to count on those soldiers of their own. Because he was wrongfully arrested, the hearts of the soldiers were cold, and the morale of the army was scattered. Counting on those signatories who have just gained a little confidence is even more impossible. Because the morale of these newcomers is supported by their own soldiers, what else can they do if their backbones are gone?

Mao Yulong shook his head gently, that kid is extremely slippery and extremely self-interested. In his eyes, family and relatives and friends are the most important thing in his life, and he will never sit idly by and watch himself being unjustly killed, as long as he doesn't get dizzy, he will be thankful for taking the initiative to make something happen in order to save himself.

So who else to count on?

The more I thought about it, the more desperate I became, and Daddy Zhao couldn't help but shed tears.

Since there is despair, there is no worry about life and death, and since there is despair, then simply let it go and resign it to fate.

However, Father Yang did not despair of his family, Mao Yulong did not make a moth to destroy this Hangzhou City, so that he could hold on for a while, with this time, Mao Yulong would definitely find a way to get out of this city. And with Mao Wenlong's character, he will never leave his clan adjacent. Then, his wife, his only seedling and three sons, can escape.

Now that you have this understanding, what do you have to worry about?

stood up and yelled outside: "Cell boss, there is wine and meat." ”

I still have a reward of a few taels of silver just now, which is ridiculous, taking the reward of anti-Japanese and buying myself a drunken unfinished work, isn't it funny and ridiculous? “

As a result, before he could shout a second time, the head of the cell came with a fish, a chicken, and a jar of old wine, with a smile on his face. But Daddy Yang saw that it was a strong smile, and the wine and food of this cell boss had already been prepared, so Daddy Zhao squinted his eyes slightly, and he was already stunned.

The cell boss opened the cell door and no longer locked it, so he put these on the ground, "I knew that General Yang wanted this, and the little one was specially prepared for you." Then he opened the two porcelain bowls, slapped open the jar and poured them respectively: "The night is long, and I am also uncomfortable, so I will accompany the old general to drink a bowl today." After speaking, he sat on the ground, picked up the wine bowl, and raised his head to Father Yang: "The little one is a cell boss, and he usually has to do black hands on prisoners, but his conscience is not bad, and he deeply admires General Yang's contribution to protecting Hangzhou, and I am very grateful. ”

Father Yang also sat down calmly, picked up the wine bowl and drank it dry, then pricked his mouth, and tasted with a smile: "The guillotine wine is really delicious." ”

The cell boss shook his head with a wry smile: "I originally wanted you to go on the road happily, we had a happy drink, but General Yang guessed it." Then he poured the wine again with great ease: "Now that you know, instead of crying and wiping your tears, it is better to let go of the drunkenness, and you will be a good man again at noon tomorrow after eighteen years." ”

Father Yang took out the taels of silver in his arms and handed them to him: "This is the only thing I have on me, so let's leave a memory for you, brother." ”

The cell boss didn't even look at it, and said indifferently while pouring wine: "Drinking with a person who is about to be decapitated is the most taboo thing for our cell boss, don't you feel strange?" ”

Father Yang replied: "There must be a reason here." ”

picked up the wine bowl and drank it dry: "Daddy Yang will be beheaded tomorrow, and Hangzhou City will be broken tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and what will be left of the entire Hangzhou at that time?" I am borrowing the light of your General Yang, first drink my own guillotine wine, when General Yang walks a few steps slowly, I will slip a little, and make a companion with the big hero of Daddy Yang, and when the time comes, it will be an honor to go to heaven or hell. ”

Father Yang laughed, and threw the taels of silver on the ground: "Okay, you have done a lot of bad things, but I have a clear conscience." You are going to hell, I am going to heaven, you follow me to heaven, you are a kid, come, do it. ”

The cell boss laughed happily: "With this sentence, I am satisfied, and I will ask General Yang to take care of it more when the time comes." ”

"It's a deal."

"It's a deal."

The two of them laughed and touched a bowl and drank it all.

"To condemn me to death, I must be beaten into a trick, it seems that tomorrow's meal will inevitably suffer from flesh and skin, and if I drink too much, I will become numb, but it will relieve a lot of pain."

As a result, the cell boss laughed again: "General Zhao, you think too much, Jinyiwei is not inhumane, the upper branch and the lower faction, everyone is also unhappy." So tomorrow you will be spared the pain of flesh and skin. As for the so-called confession, do you still want to produce it? There is no need at all, the bookstores over there have already done it for you, and it is guaranteed that the evidence of the crime is seamless, so you can drink this happy meal of wine and wait until tomorrow afternoon to receive the painful knife. ”

Hearing this, Father Yang patted his thigh happily: "It's really hard for you brothers." ”

"Those of us at the bottom can only do this to this point."

picked up the wine bowl: "It's a pity that this good human head was not cut off by the enemy, but it was cut off by his own people, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Just when the two of them were sighing, at the end of the cell, a rush of footsteps came, and the two of them glanced at each other: "I didn't expect it to come so quickly, and I didn't wait for me to finish this meal of wine and meat." Then he stood up and flicked the dust off his body in a dashing manner: "The only thing that has no regrets is that in the end, my human head still died under the knife." WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chats about life, and finds confidants~

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