In the rear, the prefect Cen Huayan's face was cloudy.

At first, seeing that the bandits in the city were suppressed to the point of having no power, the prefect looked approving, and chatted and laughed with Kang Shounong around him from time to time, as if he had seen Luoliang Mountain disappear with a wave of his hand.

In just half a cup of tea, the officers and men went from the flood breaking the levee to the tidal tide receding.

The prefect Cen Huayan's face couldn't be hung up, what do you mean? Isn't this a slap in the face of Cen Huayan, and the words he just talked and laughed are still in his ears?

"Go and tell Zhang Xiahai that you can't take Luoliangshan today, be careful that I Cen Huayan joins him in front of the saint." Cen Huayan's face turned dark, and he waved his hand to beckon a soldier to go and put pressure on him.

Among the officers and soldiers, where the military flag was, Zhang Xiahai frowned and looked at the city wall.

I thought that the rabble, which was just like the rebel army, turned out to be quite powerful, and the people in command had rules and regulations.

Zhang Xiahai, who understood that today's battle was not easy to fight, began to calculate again in his heart.

Just when he had no clue, his soldiers ran to convey the urging of the prefect, Zhang Xiahai instantly felt a headache, he was not afraid of being hindered in the war, he was afraid that a person who did not know about the military would command indiscriminately.

Zhang Xiahai once again thought of the chaotic command of the prefect Cen Huayan when the Shaanxi rebels besieged the city, and the experience that had not yet gone away made Zhang Xiahai have to raise his mind, but he was afraid that Cen Huayan would be in a hurry to make a decision again.

I couldn't help but feel anxious and worried in my heart, thinking about how to capture the city wall in front of me.

Looking at the city walls on both sides again, Zhang Xiahai's eyes lit up, and he had a plan in his heart.

In battle, it is necessary to be in harmony with each other, avoid strong and weak attacks, and attack the west with sound.

Zhang Xiahai knew that Tang Xidong, the leader of the cottage, was on the east side of the city wall at the moment, and the east side must be the place where he was heavily defended.

Zhang Xiahai, who had a countermeasure in his heart, called Liu Chengfeng, a member of the Qianhu family, and whispered a few words in his ear, watching the other party enter the flow of people and begin to collect his soldiers, and he was also ready to implement the plan in his heart.

At this moment, the two sides are in a state of temporary truce.

At the top of Luoliang Mountain, Han Yi, who was dressed in cotton clothes, was watching the battle under the mountain accompanied by Jia Huaizhong.

Han Yi was anxious in his heart, his face was complicated, his feet were uncertain, and he paced back and forth.

In his heart, he didn't want to see the scene in front of him, the officers and soldiers attacked the cottage, one side represented the imperial court, and the other side was the place where he felt good.

He didn't want his plan to start just when a war that caught him in the middle suddenly began.

"Dong Weng, the letter of recommendation sent to the capital has just left, and there is a fight in front of me, how is this good, if it is known by the imperial court, Dong Weng's plan will be in vain!" Disciple Jia Huaizhong is also in a hurry.

Han Yizhishi originally wanted to return to his hometown Puzhou, but did not want the Shaanxi rebels to invade Shanxi, and the road was blocked, and then because he was worried about the situation of the homeless, he went to Luoliang Mountain with the homeless, and he has never revealed his identity to Tang Xidong.

But what he saw and heard on Luoliang Mountain made him feel new and shocked, from the young scholar, he saw that the scholar is different from everyone in this era, that is, to create and open up, so that the whole cottage becomes better little by little.

Han Yi, who cherished talents in his heart, thought of the situation of the Daming Mansion now, and the old man who was dedicated to the country suddenly had the idea of recommending good talents for the imperial court.

So he wrote a handwritten letter, writing what he had seen and heard in Luoliang Mountain and his observations and evaluations of Tang Xidong, and sent his subordinates to Sun Chengzong, the governor of Jiliao, who was being reused at this time.

He and Sun Chengzong went through two dynasties, and they were both members of the Donglin Party, and they had a very good relationship.

When he left Beijing, Sun Chengzong, who was about to go to Liaodong to supervise the division, was specially appointed to send 100 elite soldiers to escort him.

Han Yi was bent on pushing Tang Xidong to the imperial court, hoping that with the help of the scholar's strength and his many years of business relationship, he could change the situation of the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that as soon as the letter was sent, the prefect of Pingyang sent troops to attack.

Once the winner of today's battle is decided, no matter who wins or loses on both sides, it is undesirable for Han Yi to see.

"No, today's battle can't be fought again, Huaizhong will follow me down the mountain and go to stop it." Han Yi stopped, gritted his teeth and said.

According to his former position, I believe that as long as he stands up, he will definitely be able to stop the officers and soldiers from attacking Luoliang Mountain.

When Jia Huaizhong saw it, he thought that there was only such a way, so he nodded and helped the old man to prepare to go down the mountain.

Just when the two of them walked out of the cottage with the guards around them, they saw Liu Lianqing, who was guarding the gate of the old village, and seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.

The two sides looked at each other and were speechless for a while.

"Grandpa Han, although I don't know the identity of your old man, but before Xidong went down the mountain to defend the city, he once left a sentence, Mr. Han is a promising person at a glance, today the officers and soldiers are coming, if the old man wants to take people away, the cottage will open the door of the cottage, if you still want to stay, then please wait for the old gentleman in the village, and the rest of the things will not worry about Mr." Liu Lianqing conveyed Tang Xidong's words with a cold face.

"Is Grandpa Han going to leave like this?" Liu Lianqing asked.

Han Yi sighed: "Lianqing, until now, Grandpa Han will no longer hide it, Han is the former cabinet chief assistant of the Ming Dynasty, Han Yi can't fight today's battle, you let Grandpa Han go down the mountain, as long as the old man speaks, the officers and soldiers will definitely retreat, and the war will be over." ”

Liu Lianqing was moved, and was shocked by Han Yi's identity in her heart, but the next moment her face showed a struggle, and then became firm: "Don't worry about Grandpa Han, Xidong has already made it clear when he goes down the mountain, a rabbit wants to survive in the jungle, you can't expect the bear to be blind, you can't expect the lion to be full and lose your appetite, and you can't expect the tiger to doze off and take a nap, the only thing you can count on is to become stronger, learn to eat meat, learn to make yourself a tiger, stronger than a tiger, and let others be afraid, in order to survive in the jungle." Luoliang Mountain Cottage is the same, if you want to live in this troubled world, you can't count on the invisible court, you can't count on your prestige Grandpa Han, and you don't expect the enemy not to peep, you only count on yourself, let yourself experience war, and become strong from the war of blood and fire, because Luoliang Mountain is not a mountain, he is the home of thousands of people in this cottage, and it is a home that must withstand the wind and rain, and can withstand the war and killing. ”

"Grandpa Han, in order to let everyone live, so that everyone can live in the future, today Lianqing begs your old man not to meddle in this war, Luoliang Mountain is a small cottage after all, and we don't need relief from the government, we don't need the understanding of the imperial court, we only rely on ourselves! We have our own way to go. ”

Sincere words, said out and listened to in the ears of everyone moved.

Han Yi was shocked in his heart, it turned out that there was such a reason in this world, abandoning the country, the monarch, and the government, just as a human being, he only needed to find a reason to live for himself!

Han Yi seemed to have become old in an instant, and from Liu Lianqing's words, he heard the determination and philosophy of that scholar.

In the eyes of that scholar, there were only more than 8,000 people in the cottage, and there was no court, no monarch, and no country.

His letter of recommendation is just a clever overshoot.

The old figure began to turn around and walked back to the cottage step by step!