"Mr. Wu took your people to seal the city gate and arrested all the Mongolian merchants......"

Shen Wuyan gave such an order, and the person had already rushed out of the backyard, the long knife hanging from his waist, but he didn't know where to go. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Wu Zhiyuan quickly understood the truth.

Li Ruxuan's rash dispatch of troops this time is naturally problematic, not to mention that the enemy situation has not yet been clearly investigated, it is really not a wise thing to go out of the city to fight with a group of new soldiers.

In addition, Li Ruxuan is in Liaoyang City, and there are deputy generals under him, thousands of households, but he will not personally send troops, after all, it is the Mongolian Department that must be guarded against, not the Jurchen Department.

Although the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia are now paying tribute to open the horse market, the internal contradictions have always been irreconcilable, and Mongolia has always been eyeing the Ming Dynasty, but there is no good opportunity.

Now that Li Ruxuan is leading his troops out of the city, Liaoyang City is equivalent to a group of dragons without a leader, and once the Mongolian Department takes advantage of the situation to sneak attack, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Although Shen Wuyan's order to arrest people is a bit unreasonable, it is easy to provoke the Mongolian Ministry, but this can be regarded as a hole card for Liaoyang City, once the Mongolian Ministry is really interested, then these hostages are a bargaining chip for negotiation.

After figuring it out like this, Wu Zhiyuan immediately returned to the yamen, and within a short time, he took the soldiers and horses to the west of the city to arrest people.

Before these Mongolian merchants could react, they were taken to the yamen by the officers and soldiers, and at first they were all surprised, until they came back to their senses, and they were all angry.

This time, a total of four or five hundred Mongolian merchants were arrested, and many of them were Mongolian nobles, probably to hoard a batch of tea for the winter this year, and sell it at a good price.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that before they got the tea, they were still arrested by officers and soldiers.

There were bursts of angry scolding in the courtyard for a while, and there were even those who shouted that they wanted to return to Mongolia to lead troops to burn Liaoyang City, and there were also threats to the officers and soldiers, if they didn't let people go, they would let Liaoyang City wait and see.

Wu Zhiyuan was born in a literati, and he also had all kinds of skills to appease these merchants, but he had no intention of talking to these people for a long time, but fortunately, he had already notified Qiu Zhixian to come over, and things could still be handled.

Standing outside the courtyard, he was never at peace.

Although a literati is not as heroic and brave as a general, after learning the news that Qingyang Town was slaughtered three days ago, his mind was dizzy, and he almost coughed up blood and fell to the ground.

Since leaving Liaoyang many years ago, he inherited his mother's inn in Qingyang Town, and he has been happy for decades.

After reading every day, he wanders around the neighborhood, and has a very good relationship with his neighbors, and even has a very good relationship.

The old gentleman next door, the old blacksmith and the little tailor across the street, and the blind old lady Liu, who had sewn and mended clothes for him when his eyes were good in the early years, treated people very well.

The people of the whole town are simple people, and they have lived an ordinary life all these years, but they suffered this disaster overnight, how can they not regret it in their hearts.

It's a pity that the reader can only criticize and write with a bad pen, and he will hate all kinds of books with a bad pen, and finally he has to die of depression.

In the snow, a woman walked not far away. The woman was holding a jade pot in her hand, thinking it was a freshly warm wine.

When the woman Qianying walked to her side, Wu Zhiyuan sighed lightly and said, "Why did you come here...... Siqian was there alone...... Mr. Shen is afraid that he will not have time to teach today......"

The woman nodded slightly, then handed the flask to Wu Zhiyuan, and said lightly: "Mr. drink." ”

Wu Zhiyuan looked slightly stunned, then nodded in response, and said, "I'll drink ...... when I come back."

"Where is the gentleman going?" The woman's originally calm face gradually became cold, and she could probably guess it, but when she thought about it like this, she was so miserable and cold, but so what?

Looking at the woman's sad and pale face, Wu Zhiyuan's heart seemed to be dripping blood, he gently raised his hand on the woman's lips, often sighed, and shook his head incessantly.

Without waiting for Wu Zhiyuan to speak, the woman suddenly showed her face and said with a light smile: "It's the ...... who came to give Mr. Zhuang Xing."

"The Jurchens deceived me and there was no one in the Ming Dynasty, as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, how dare I be alone?" Wu Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, then opened the wine jug, poured a spicy spicy into the roar, and suddenly his spirit was shocked.

"When I kill the thief, I will marry you......"

With that, Wu Zhiyuan handed the wine jug to the woman, turned around and left without looking back.

Snow days, iron swords, reading people in armor.

The flask in his hand swayed, his eyes were full of desolation, looking at the man who disappeared from sight like this, and silently made a wish in his heart, if he could return here, I would answer him.

He probably couldn't hear the shallow shouts in his heart, but he should have thought of it.

……

Liaoyang City, above the thousand-foot city tower.

Shen Wuyan looked at these people gathered under the city, and the indescribable feelings in his heart. I think it's a little bit fierce and fierce, but that blood feud, if you don't pay it back with blood, it's not enjoyable after all.

Now it's time to step on the war horse to kill the general, but there are still some things to deal with before leaving.

These days, the people in the city are panicking, and most of them think that the affairs of Qingyang Town are from the hands of demons and monsters, so that there are even crazy rumors that Liaoyang City is about to suffer a catastrophe.

All of a sudden, the Taoist sorcerers made a fortune, and the paper talismans that came out of their hands could be sold for a sky-high price.

Such a situation seems to be nothing now, but once Liaoyang City really has a big disaster, then the people in the city will really believe in the evil theory, and it is really easy to be used by the enemy, and the consequences are unimaginable.

Looking at these crowds of people, each of them pointed at the person at the head of the city, and probably didn't know much about Shen Wuyan, so he was summoned by him today, which attracted all kinds of speculation for a while.

After a little calm, Shen Wuyan said loudly: "Shen Wuyan is in the next place...... What I want to tell you is that Qingyang Town is not a demon, but a barbarian rebellion. ”

"It's not the demons who do it, it's the wicked who make trouble......"

"Who is this man, and is his words trustworthy......

"I said that there is no evil, you don't believe it......"

Shen Wuyan paused for a moment and continued: "The Jurchens offended my Ming Dynasty and killed my Ming people, General Li of Liaoyang City has already led his troops to charge, and he will definitely make those thieves pay for their blood debts." Your fathers and elders will be safe in the city, and when there is news, I will go from house to house to inform you, and do not listen to rumors. ”

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Qingyang Town.

Li Ruxuan was dressed in armor, riding on a white sturdy horse, holding a bright silver spear in his hand, and a pair of eyes staring deeply at the scene in front of him.

As far as the eye can see, there is a street, and it is also the only street in Qingyang Town, and all kinds of corpses are displayed on the road.

The old man who was hanged from the tree on the side of the street on the street corner, the baby who had been drowned in the water tank for a long time, the baby who had already floated, and the dozens of people who were beheaded by the sword, and dozens of people lying on the ground on the street.

However, these people are unarmed people, and when they are still asleep, the people around them have already died, but they do not know that they are next.

Li Ruxuan slowly dismounted, knelt down in the snow to the street, kowtowed deeply to the dead people, and then hundreds of cavalry behind him also dismounted and knelt.

"Ruxuan, I'm sorry you ......"

While muttering softly, Li Ruxuan slowly got up, and then said to the hundreds of cavalry behind him: "Now that the enemy is in ambush in the town, if you are afraid, you can retreat." ”

After the words, the immature recruits did not flinch, even when they first saw the tragic state of the town, their hearts were shocked, but that timidity had long since turned into hatred.

"Good ......" Li Ruxuan laughed, and then rode into the town.

As soon as the procession entered the street, countless arrows flew in, and everyone had to be on guard, but they were not shot, Rao was accidentally hit by an arrow, but it was not as good as the point.

For a moment, the soldiers stood still and could not move forward.

Li Ruxuan's eyes were heavy, and he swept to the black-clothed people who suddenly appeared in front of him at a glance, and then, he raised his gun and pointed at the dozens of black-clothed people who rushed in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Kill ......"

The spear pointed, and the sword and the soldier met.

When the soldiers found these men in black, they immediately rushed forward with red eyes as if they were crazy.

However, those men in black were not extraordinary, and between the swings of their scimitars, they were actually flowing among the iron horses, and the soldiers could not hurt them in the slightest.

However, some of the soldiers were wounded in the legs of their horses by scimitars, causing them to fall off their horses and be killed by scimitars.

The streets were not big, so the hundreds of cavalry could not be effective, even though the hundreds of infantry had already been arranged by Li Ruxuan three miles away.

After a few rushes and killings, those black-clothed men were only slightly injured, and the Ming army had already suffered dozens of casualties, and for a while, Li Ruxuan had no choice but to rampage like this.

Looking at these black-clothed people who came and went flexibly, and the black-clothed people who came and went like the wind, the scalps of the Ming army were numb, and the previous morale had long been exhausted, and the momentum of the battle was getting weaker and weaker.

Li Ruxuan secretly screamed in his heart that if he went down like this, these hundreds of cavalry would be damaged here, so he hurriedly jumped off his horse, and when a man in black was about to cut off the head of the Ming army who fell off his horse, a shot pierced his chest and abdomen.

Seeing a man in black fall to the ground and die, the soldiers immediately lifted their spirits and jumped off their horses one after another, fighting hand-to-hand with those men in black.

Although those black-clothed people are strong in martial arts and cooperate with each other very tacitly, even in the face of hundreds of soldiers, they are still like the wind, but if they continue to consume like this, they will gradually fall behind.

On the side of the Ming army, these high-spirited young soldiers, looking at their brothers who were still talking, laughing and drinking with them yesterday, are now dying in front of them, and under the stimulation of the corpses of these innocent people lying not far away, they are actually red-eyed.

Even if he saw that the scimitars of those men in black were coming, they still dared to draw their knives to fight with them, Rao was about to be cut off his head in the next moment, but he also wanted to cut off one of the opponent's arms. Gentlemen gather in the righteous hall of the Ming Dynasty and are the best scholars

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