Pingyang Mansion, the three-zhang city wall, is as high as the sky, blocking the sight of people outside the city, and also blocking the hope of thousands of displaced people under the city to survive.

Under the city, the dead old man, stiffly curled up, told the homeless people around him how cold the night was, and how chilling the world was.

The homeless people who have nothing to hide from the cold wind are waiting stupidly, waiting for the hopeless hope of entering the city,

From screaming to open the door, to wailing and begging, to crying helplessly, and finally scolding in despair, but no one responded, not even a negative answer.

This gate is so heavy that it would rather pile up corpses like a mountain than open it.

Crowd.

"Oh baby!" The woman holding the starving child in her arms was hoarse, and God did not possess her, but the arms that were tightly hugged and the obsessive chatter reminded heaven and earth that she was still alive and alive.

The outcasts were so desperate that they didn't even want to look at the wall, they just waited, waited for what?

Maybe it's waiting for death.

Xu Sanxing looked at the child next to him who was already so hungry that he couldn't look at it, and the woman who was already desperate and had no tears or screams, and could only wait for the child to swallow his last breath, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his head and felt the last half of the pancake in his arms, and after struggling with a wry smile, he quietly moved two steps towards the woman, reached out and secretly took out the pancake, and then covered it with his wide sleeves and handed it over like a woman.

Seeing the sudden appearance of half a pancake, the woman's eyes suddenly lit up, and with the eyes of the hands, it was Xu Sanxing's eyes that signaled to feed the child.

The woman smiled gratefully, but finally shook her head with a miserable smile: "Thank you, master, let him go with peace of mind, he can't be saved, he can't be saved, he can't be saved, he doesn't have to suffer in this world." ”

Look at the determination in the woman's eyes, and listen to the despair in that tone.

Xu Sanxing's eyes were red, why did it become like this, why did people not even have the desire to live.

What's wrong with this world, what else can you do in such a world, in such a situation?

Maybe wait to die like this child!

Xu Sanxing suddenly felt that what the woman said was right, life is better than death.

He thought of his family who had been scattered, all the way south from Puzhou, to Zhaocheng, the thieves broke the city, to Hongdong, the thieves surrounded the city, and when they arrived in Pingyang, the government closed the door to death.

God doesn't leave anyone behind!

I am Daming, it is already so far, thanks to him that he has studied the scriptures hard for half his life, obeyed the holy words, and fulfilled the will to serve the country and rule the world.

Hahaha......

It's ridiculous.

Xu Sanxing smiled, his chapped lips biting out bright red blood.

This Xiucai, who studied the scriptures hard and was repeatedly defeated and defeated, suddenly felt how ridiculous his previous self was.

The numb homeless people around them were silent, like a dead ghost domain.

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One mile outside the city of Binh Duong, on a hill.

A carriage, twenty knights, a mule cart.

There is also an old man who is guarded in the middle of everyone, with white hair and sideburns, wrinkles.

Looking at the homeless people under the city gate, the old man's eyes were gloomy, and the cold wind rushed against him, making him cough.

"Dong Weng, it's windy outside the car, let's get in the car and wait." The middle-aged man who looked like a staff member on the side advised.

The old man straightened up, shook his head, took a deep breath, and said sadly: "Tell Han Jing to summon people back!" ”

"Dong Weng, the people have been sent, as long as you hand over the name card to the city gate, you can naturally enter the city, call back at this time, won't you be able to enter the city gate." The staff persuaded.

"Thousands of people in the city have no food or clothing in the cold wind, and they can't enter Pingyang City, so what kind of face do I have to enter the city." The old man's sickly face showed shame.

"Although I am no longer the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty today, although I am returning to the field, but one day for the prime minister, and the responsibility for life, I am ashamed of the holy grace of the emperor, ashamed of the saint's kindness, and ashamed of the name of the minister, but I am unable to feed the people of my Ming Dynasty in the temple, resulting in the displacement of thousands of people and becoming lonely ghosts!" The old man said that the old man was in tears, and his words were condensed.

The staff hurriedly stepped forward to convince him: "What a strange Dong Weng, it's just that the traitors of the court are making trouble, and the saint is close to the villain, which makes the world difficult, and the people are not happy, how strange Dong Weng." ”

"Xingtu, don't talk nonsense." The old man grabbed the man and stopped.

"Dong Weng, I, Jia Huaizhong, have followed Dong Weng for more than ten years, although I am not an official in the court, but I have a lot of experience, I can see clearly, there are not many people in this court who are as dedicated to their duties as Dong Weng, and there are many people who speculate and drill camps, such as Dong Weng, there are still a few people in the court, and the rest are either only party disputes in their eyes, or they only look at money in their eyes, seeing today's scene, Dong Weng, don't you understand? The Ming Dynasty has long been rotten from the roots to the branches and leaves. I'm afraid we're going to be finished! The more Jia Huaizhong spoke, the more emotional he became, and when he said that he was sad, he actually covered his face and cried bitterly.

The old man looked at the disciple who had followed him for many years, but the old tears couldn't be stopped no matter what.

He knew that what the disciple said was actually the truth, but after all, he had deep affection for Da Ming and the Holy Grace, and he didn't want to believe it.

Think about the ministers in the court, think about the suspicious and rigid saints, think about the tough Tartars outside the gates, and think about the thieves and bandits raging in the land of Shanxi, this Ming Dynasty is full of devastation.

Who would have thought that Han Yi, who was the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty a few months ago, can't even go back to his hometown Puzhou now, and even the Pingyang City Gate can't enter openly.

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On the official road leading to Pingyang Mansion, a group of soldiers, lined up in a square queue, walked briskly with neat steps.

All of them are full of energy and have strong figures.

This group of soldiers was not uniformly dressed, but each of them wore blood-red cloth scarves tied around their shoulders, and each of them carried strangely shaped weapons on their backs.

At the front of the team, two tall horses sat a scholar and a middle-aged man.

"Military division, there are ten miles to reach the city of Pingyang." The middle-aged man is Liu Dagou, and the scholar is Tang Xidong.

This time, Tang Xidong led half of the guarding team out of the village, just to go to Pingyang City to have a look.

Yesterday I heard that there was a disaster among the people in the city, and dozens of people died every day.

Tang Xidong decided to take a look, for others the homeless people are locusts, but for Tang Xidong, the homeless people are wealth, and everyone's life is precious.

He Tang Xidong needs displaced people, and he Tang Xidong also hopes that he can save more people, just to complete the thoughts before he passed away in his previous life!

Live well and be a good person.

Ten miles is only half of the long distance that the guards run with weights every morning.

"Speed up!" Tang Xidong turned the horse's head and ordered.

So the team, which had increased its speed again, moved forward quickly.

Soon, they passed by a small hill a mile outside the city.

Tang Xidong saw the carriage and more than 20 knights in full armor at a glance, but at first glance, he was a good citizen, so he naturally didn't take much precautions, and the other party didn't have the courage to attack himself and others.

On the hill, Han Yi and his disciples frowned as they looked at the team running neatly down the slope.

"Let's go along and have a look." The old man ordered.

Jia Huaizhong, a disciple on the side, knew that the old man was afraid that this group of people would be unfavorable to the homeless, but the other party seemed to be very disciplined, although he was not an officer or soldier, he could not ignore it, and he only had more than 20 cavalry on his side, even if he wanted to protect the homeless, he couldn't do it.

But thinking about Dong Weng's temperament, he gave up persuasion.

So one side walked in front and one side followed in the rear.

Although both sides are vigilant, neither is willing to deal with the other.

The arrival of Tang Xidong and his entourage finally alarmed the movement among the displaced people, and also alarmed the defenders in the city.