ps: I found a book written about the seedlings of the Warring States period "Emperor Qin's Infant" is not bad, you can click on the collection, so that the author can write it, and the second one is at night

Outside Kong Yu's mansion, Zhu Qing's family soldiers totaled three or four thousand, and they surrounded this street and alley, but unfortunately there were many alleys nearby, and there were even houses blocking them, so they couldn't rush up, so there were only one or two thousand people who could attack against the wall. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Kong clan did not participate in the rebellion of killing the king, and their strength still existed, which was not comparable to the soldiers of the Zhuqing clan who had fought for several days and nights, so they did not dare to rashly underestimate the enemy, and tried to approach first, but dozens of arrows were immediately shot on the wall.

"You can't shoot a bow less than forty paces!"

Inside the wall, Zilu stopped the diners who couldn't hold their breath and let go of their arrows, they didn't have many arrows, and the crosshairs would inevitably drop in the dark, and then they could consume so indiscriminately, whether they could hold on until dawn was still a question.

Looking at the situation outside, Zilu knew that the attack was about to begin, so he turned to everyone and said, "Is the water boiling?" ”

Until now, the soldiers of the Kong clan have been sitting on the ground and waiting, although the movement from outside has made everyone unable to relax, but as long as there is a sub-road, they have the backbone. As for the concubines and children who could not fight, it was better to carry bricks and stones, or to set up kettles to boil water by the walls, so that these people would have something to do, than to scurry around in panic.

Zilu can't help it, the Kong clan has never been known for its strong armor, he can only use everything he can to help the lord keep this night.

Not only were they busy, but after a stalemate for half an hour, the people outside finally prepared the wooden ladders, door panels and other equipment, and after lining up slightly, they shouted and rushed over!

The archers lined up in two rows and kept shooting arrows into the Confucian Mansion, while the people in front of them held the door panels to form a series of wooden walls, and they walked quickly to the wall that was no more than a foot high, blocked the arrows shot from above, set up a wooden ladder, and then began to climb.

"Thorn!"

Under Zilu's orders, all the long-pole things in the Kong's treasury were equipped with diners and household soldiers: spears, long ge, halberds, long beryllium, and even straw forks and wooden rakes......

These long-handled weapons poked back all the enemies who dared to peek out of the wall, and those who dared to jump down were naturally killed by Zilu with the diners and with short swords.

About another hour had passed, and there were already corpses piled up on both sides of the wall, but the people outside were still attacking, and they were so numerous that they could be rotated. But Zilu's side is short of manpower, and it is constantly attrition, all of them are injured and out of breath.

"When will it be dawn?" When the enemy's offensive slowed down a little, I don't know who shouted, because Zilu promised to hold on until dawn, and there was a turnaround.

"It's almost ......" Zilu glanced at the faint morning light in the sky, this long night was coming to an end, but whether it was the end of the day waiting for them after dawn or being rescued, in fact, he didn't know.

"South, south, someone is in the room!" At this moment, someone in the courtyard suddenly shouted.

Zilu had people plant torches all over the courtyard before, although it was not hidden, but the enemy could not hide either, Zilu could clearly see that there were already more than a dozen people on the roof next to the street, they were raising their bows and arrows, and they were condescendingly shooting at Kongfu.

More than a dozen arrows whistled in, and for a time the diners and retainers in the courtyard were in a hurry, and two or three unlucky ghosts were shot, lying on the ground and howling loudly.

"Shoot them down!" Zilu didn't panic, took a hard bow, drew an arrow and stretched the string, and killed one person with one arrow. Then he shot down the two of them with a continuous bow, and the hearts of the people in the courtyard suddenly stabilized, and they cheered for Zilu.

His archery skills were passed down from his master, and although he was not as successful as his junior brother Yan Gao, he was outstanding among the retainers.

But the Confucian Mansion, which was not designed for defense in the first place, was full of loopholes, and they had just solved the problem in the south, but there was a problem in the east.

"The stake is coming, stand firm against the wall!" Suddenly, everyone heard a loud warning from the people standing on the pier.

Outside the wall, the soldiers of the Zhuqing family who had already killed the red eyes lined up in two columns, and the two rows of people held a thick wooden pillar beam, shouted and rushed up, and slammed into the wall!

The high wall of the mansion suddenly shook violently, and the entire courtyard trembled violently, and the beasts on the roof also shook, and even fell down and hit people.

After a collision, the soldiers of the Zhuqing family retreated more than a dozen steps back with the wooden pillar, and then went up, Zilu and the others were about to get up and shoot, but the people outside climbed onto the roof across the street, and dozens of arrows shot in, so that they couldn't raise their heads.

After about a dozen or so moments, they found in horror that the wall was cracked and a crack was spreading......

Although the high walls on the four sides of the Confucian Mansion were made of bricks and tiles and were stronger than ordinary rammed earth walls, they were not built for defense, but they were nothing more than fortresses. In front of the big wood held by dozens of people, it is a little stronger than the papier-mâché, and if it hits again, the high wall on the east side will be broken.

The catastrophe is coming, Kong Yu's mansion has become a pot of porridge, and there are not only flesh and blood Fang Gang Hakka soldiers in the mansion, but also many women, children, ministers and concubines, they shouted one after another.

"I can't fight anymore!"

"Let the Lord surrender!"

"Hurry up and give up the prince!"

For a while, crying, shouting, and scolding rang out.

But Kong Yuan's personality seems to be soft, but in fact, he is very insistent on his own opinions, otherwise he would not have lost his ruling position because he did not cater to the marquis.

Until the last moment, I am afraid that he will not give in.

Everyone was panicked, but Zilu was silent, and those who ate his food did not avoid it, he was ready.

The Master once said that a person with lofty ideals is benevolent, and there is no way to survive to harm benevolence, but to kill to become benevolent. It's not bad to die for righteousness.

He stood in front of the wall that was about to crack in his martial crown and heavy armor, and the long sword in his hand was full of blood, but the blade was a little curly, after all, it had been slashed into the bones countless times tonight.

"Old man...... You're the only one who accompanies me to the end. Zilu lowered his head and smiled, he couldn't help but think of the first time he saw his master.

At that time, he was a well-known chivalrous and evil boy in his hometown, wearing a hat decorated with rooster tail feathers to play majestic, and wearing a long sword decorated with boar mane to show his invincibility.

Confucius did not think it was wrong, and there was an amazing strength hidden under his nine-foot body, which was inherited from his father, who could hold up the city gates. After subduing Zilu with one hand, he asked him with a smile: "How is the kid?" ”

Zilu remembered that he was young and competitive at that time, and he lost in strength, so he pulled out the sword at his waist, and said with a stalk around his neck: "My long sword!" He wondered how he could pierce this long-winded big man so that he could no longer talk nonsense to himself.

Confucius laughed: "The swordsman, the Tao, with your ability, if you are studious, you will not be limited to a ranger in the future." ”

Although Zilu came from a humble background, he was a little arrogant, and he said arrogantly: "I heard that there is a kind of bamboo in Nanshan, which is very straight without kneading and roasting, and shoots out after sharpening, and can penetrate the thick skin of a rhinoceros, so some people are talented, so why waste time studying?" What can I learn? ”

Confucius smiled long: "Otherwise, if you can put a feather on the tail of the bamboo arrow and sharpen the arrow, won't you be able to shoot deeper and farther?" The usefulness of learning lies in allowing gifted people to be able to encompass and be powerful. ”

Zilu was convinced at this time, and bowed down to show that he was taught.

With a "bang", Zilu's memories were interrupted, and two big holes had been knocked out of the high wall in the east, and through those two holes, he could already clearly see the sunlight outside, as well as countless hideous faces......

"Master......" Zilu opened his eyes.

"I have studied with you for 20 years, and in addition to bravery, I have also learned that benevolence is love, faith is not deceiving, and loyalty is not double-minded. Is it a studious gentleman who is 'bracketed and feathered, and sharp'? ”

"It's a pity that I only lack the wisdom to avoid danger, and I can't become a general who commands thousands of troops after all."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, wiped the morning dew from his beard, straightened his crown, and tightened the tassels. This was added to him solemnly by the Master after he entered the Master's Sect, and for twenty years, he had never let it be crooked, even on the battlefield.

The next moment, the wall was completely pushed open, and the soldiers of the Zhuqing family poured in, and the scattered arrows could not stop them.

But Zilu still stood motionless on their way forward.

The long sword is straight, with one enemy, not afraid! (To be continued.) )