At a certain moment, it rained lightly outside the door again, the rain was soft, the sound of the rain was soft, and the dots fell to the ground, and the stone pavement splashed with water stains, round and round, as if it had been painted and became translucent.

The dead leaves quickly become damp under the erosion of rain, and it is expected that they will rot after a while, and then become nutrients for new bamboo shoots, giving birth to new life.

Wang Ning looked at this scene and suddenly remembered some of the people who were killed when the city was broken before, and it was a group of people who were really worthy of awe. The world is erosive, the world is selfish, but there are also some people who really maintain the mind of the world for the public, borrowing the old man's sentence "Confucianism as a defender", and under such a "Tao", many people go forward and put into it, alerting future generations, but the descendants can really understand, or understand the people, there are really too few.

That's why he felt that those people didn't deserve to die, so he said something like that during the conversation with Wen Yanbo.

Even if there is such a thing as "the authorities are obsessed", it should not offset the many sins committed by these so-called "authorities", which is disrespectful to those who have died.

When talking about the people who were involved in the war because of the Maitreya uprising, Wen Yanbo said, "The old man's heart aches, for the various heartaches they will encounter in the future. ”

However, the old man who said such things did something that his ancestors had scolded for eighteen generations in order to keep something, and the reason why the old man did this was fundamentally for those who scolded him, but what he got was not gratitude, but just more uncontrollable malicious abuse.

So when the old man asked Wang Ning rhetorically, Wang Ning said: "My heart aches, I also feel heartache, for those who died, for all the heartache they have suffered so far."

The old man may have seen something in his eyes, which is why there are certain words and things later.

But all of this has actually been going on for a while.

However, now, those who scolded people at the beginning are also doing the same things that those people they scolded did at the beginning, but they have also become a model of "those who know the times are handsome".

This world is not fair.

Wang Ning was not sure whether the meaning of what those people did at the beginning could be understood by more people, thinking of this, he felt very ironic.

The decaying and decaying old leaves give the last effort to the new sprouts, until they are exhausted and become a pile of muck. The sprouts grow and grow taller, but the world only remembers everything in front of them, and completely forgets the places that have not been seen, and what kind of price they have paid silently.

The rain gathered on the ground, the splash on the ground became higher and higher, the water under the eaves became more and more rapid, and the spring breeze pouring in from outside the door changed its taste, and the day suddenly became cold.

Wang Ning tightened the quilt, inexplicably rushed to a chill, thinking that the rain was going to rain for several days, but after thinking about it, he also understood that it was the time of spring and summer.

It's normal for it to rain a little more often.

Unlike the calm of Hangzhou, the capital cheered because of the continuous rain, even if the water level of the Yellow River not far outside the city has risen a lot, the sense of urgency brought by it cannot reduce much of the joy behind this cheer.

The frequent rain indicates that this year's summer may have plenty of rain, so it also indicates that the possibility of Rong people coming over is very small.

Also because of the abundant rain, the northern grasslands where Rong people grow are bound to be abundant in water and grass, and they will definitely not fight thanklessly.

To the north of the capital, after the Daimyo's Mansion, there is a small county seat, Jixian, near the border. Compared with the continuous rain in the north, there is little rain on the loess here, so the hearts of the officers and soldiers guarding Jixian County are now tightened.

On the city tower, Zhixian Tang Qu locked his eyebrows, and his eyes were about to sunken in, perhaps because of the tragic wind and sand in the north, his face looked very rough, and it was not even as good as an old farmer who cultivated the fields in the south.

Next to him, the general in charge of guarding the city in Jixian County was called the middle-aged general of Ling He, and his situation was not much better than him.

“…… At least no less than five thousand horsemen. Ling He said, his voice hoarse, as if he had been cut by the cold wind and sand.

Tang Qu bowed: "What else can you find in other places?" Tang Qu said, his eyes locked on the ragged men in front of the cavalry.

Those people were bound hand and foot with a rope, and they were all yellow and thin, and their figures were rickety, and there were few women among them, most of them were old people and children.

Tang Qu has been in the border area for many years, and he has seen a lot of such scenes, so even if he is far away, the naked eye is not enough to see the expressions on everyone's faces, but he can guess, so his face is as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Not yet." Ling He said, "My lord, did you send someone to Tongxian to report the news?" ”

Tang Qu looked back at the beacon tower not far away, and smiled bitterly: "Report it."

Ling He noticed Tang Qu's gaze. Lighting the beacon is undoubtedly the fastest means of communication, but at this juncture, they never dare to light it, originally the two sides still have the possibility of negotiation, for the time being, because they lit the beacon, they were misunderstood by the other party, that is a sin.

Therefore, including Tang Qu, everyone is actually very aggrieved, so they can only use the method of sending messengers.

Ling He retreated and arranged for the arraignment. Tang Qu's gaze swept over the soldiers on the city wall, and he sighed in his heart.

Looking at the military formation on the opposite side again, the group of refugees began to push forward.

Tang Qu's heart sank.

In essence, those people who were at the forefront were the people of the new dynasty, and the Rong people basically destroyed everything along the way, young women were arrested and sent to the grassland, and most of the strong men were also sent to the rear as slaves. Old people and children like the one in front of them occupy the vast majority of the refugee team, and they are the cannon fodder used by the Rong people to attack the city.

Soon, the queue was already within range, and Tang Qu didn't need to look to know that the rest of the soldiers' eyes had converged on him, and he even heard the sound of the bowstring tightening and loosening.

Tang Qu sighed and did not give the order to attack.

As the refugees came, the voices became clearer, and words such as "help" began to reach the ears of the officers and soldiers defending the city.

Tang Qu's hands locked in his official robe were clenched, his knuckles were already white, perhaps because the wind was too strong in the past, and his body trembled.

"Ready to ......," he finally began.

Someone tried to persuade something, but he couldn't resist scolding: "Ready!"

With the sound of the bowstring tauting.

At the same time, the sound of Tang Opera rang out.

“…… Fathers and villagers under the city, listen, Tang Qu is responsible for guarding the land, and he can't take care of you, after this battle, if Tang Qu can live, he will pay tribute to your fellow villagers and elders......"

Happy Dragon Boat Festival, lovely book friends!

The cold has a tendency to continue to worsen, so go to bed first.

(End of chapter)