After tossing for a long time, the sun is about to set, and only a little afterglow is scattered from the city wall, and one side of the shining loess courtyard wall is as golden as a gold brick, and the other half is as dark as the underworld. Light and darkness seem to distinguish between the world and hell, and they are really as stable as Mount Tai on the one hand, and dangerous as an egg on the other.

Under the faint light, half of the faces of a dozen or so Bedouins from the desert were dim, scattered like evil spirits in several loess houses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of oil, and more than a dozen children from the local Arab community did not even have the strength to cry, and shrank in the corners of the wall trembling.

As far as the eye could see, Li Ming was also depressed and slumped on the ground, and in the afternoon, several thugs inflicted violence on her, but Li Ming was stunned and did not let out a scream during the punching and kicking.

Standing behind the courtyard wall, his fists and nails were about to be twisted into the flesh, Song Jing's teeth were clucking, and his round face, which had been tanned a lot, stiffened a lot.

Now, he knew what it was like to be close to the end of the world.

Not only Song Jing was angry alone, but there were hundreds of people gathered outside the courtyard wall, there were local communities, the parents of those children inside, and other clans in the neighboring communities, how could they not have imagined that the blood relatives who were also Arabs could do such a thing, some people screamed in disbelief, some were angry and wanted to rush in to fight them, and some were angry and shouted for the Min people to leave Qom City.

The chaotic people put more pressure on the soldiers than the terrorists inside, and as a last resort, the Confucian soldiers formed a fence with spears to isolate the people outside.

"Captain Song, the commando Cui Brigade is ready, ask when you will order the attack!"

This is the third time that Yao Chong has asked Song Jing, the commander of the garrison in Qom City will be Xue Ne, but in the morning, Xue Ne led the cavalry out of the city for unknown reasons, and the military power was represented by the deputy Song Jing, the lieutenant of the capital, but such a situation has made Song Jing unable to make up his mind for a long time.

"What if these bastards ignite the oil?"

"The sniper bed crossbow upstairs is already aimed, and there won't be any chances."

"What should I do if I make a mistake and don't snipe the three ignition bandits?"

"Lao Cui has already led people to lie under the house, they are all the best crossbowmen in the army, and they will kill a few thugs as soon as possible."

"What if they miss again?"

Song Jing's rhetorical question had already annoyed Yao Chong's question, full of annoyance, Yao Chong's handsome little white face was full of the same anxiety and impatience, and he roared hysterically.

"Then what do you say, withdraw the troops and lose the city to the Shaman?"

Xue Ne has emphasized several times that Li Ming's identity is not ordinary, and after getting along for so many days, Yao Chong's affection for Li Ming is not much less than Song Jing's, but no matter what, as a Fujian army, he can't lose the city! The heavy pressure also broke out.

Listening to Yao Chong's hysterical roar, instead of being angry, Song Fat Man suddenly showed a little smugness.

"I've come up with a foolproof solution!"

On weekdays, the personalities of the two people, Song Jing is the most decisive, he does what he says, Yao Chong has a flexible mind, and he can always think of paying attention, but this time, it seems to be the opposite.

It's just that after listening to Song Jing's method, Yao Chong didn't feel relaxed at all, but hugged his head and shouted even more annoyed.

"You're crazy!"

Without arguing with him, Song Jing turned around and walked away with a resolute face, dragging the Arab imam who was also sweating profusely and anxious to the side of the courtyard wall.

"Tell the people inside that Captain Pontus is going to negotiate with them!"

These Bedouins were obviously trained in terrorist attacks, and were no more reckless than those Arab nomadic warriors who only had this brute courage, and when they got the news of the Min army's request for negotiations, they did not rush to respond, but several people went around the back of the house vigilantly to guard, and the two people simply picked up the oil lamps and put them on the ground, and finally the leader Alef staggered out of the house like a ruffian.

Don't dare to stimulate these terrorists, Song Jing and a few people just stopped standing still after entering the courtyard gate, in the yard, the lambs raised by the local community residents were still looking at their owners in confusion, and the simple minds of animals did not understand what happened that day.

"Why, Min heretic, you finally want to withdraw from Qom City and make offerings to our desert Bedouins?" Lazily tilting his head, Alepf asked flirtatiously with a rogue look.

Listening to his question, the old imam Azamu looked over with a little expectation, but unfortunately, Song Jing, who was full of determination, shook his head resolutely.

"No, the Min army will never give up an inch of its territory."

"Then there's nothing to talk about." Listening to Azamu's desperate translation, the desert bandit didn't even bother to say a word, he staggered and turned around and left, but Song Jing didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and said lightly on his shoulders in the back.

"That's not necessarily, what you kidnapped is just a small pawn of our army, plus these Arab barbarians who are not naturalized in the Tang Dynasty, even if they die, how much can they hit our army? Holy war for Allah, with the ten of you to kill my Damin soldier, this merit, your merciful Lord will let you go to heaven? ”

"Captain Bendu is different, I have more than 2,000 soldiers under my command, how can my head be worth hundreds of heads, my weight will make the commander of the Fujian army consider compromising your conditions, take a step back, and drag me to die together, this merit is estimated to be enough for each of you to go to heaven."

What conditions can go to heaven, the "Hadith" does not say, the more unknown things are also more frightening, the Western Holy See, which holds the key to heaven, with the unknown fear of the commoners, knights, nobles, and kings, and sells indulgences and launches crusaders, tossing the West for hundreds of years, but the small people are still willing to eat, eager to empty the last copper plate in their pockets to buy the ethereal, tickets to heaven, this kind of thinking, in exchange for the same faith in the meaning of life in the first place of the Islamic believers, is similar.

Not only Alep's group, but Saladin, who was defeated and embarrassed, sent such spies to almost every Fujian city and village, and before leaving, the mullahs swore that even if they died in battle, their souls would ascend to heaven because of the holy war.

But listening to the stumbling translation of the white-bearded imam, Alef really muttered, and the nine terrorists in the room also looked at it with suspicion, just a head work, just a quota, who will go to heaven?

After hesitating for a moment, Alepf turned back with a gloomy face and shouted in Arabic in annoyance: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Hostage exchange! I'll swap the eleven kids in your house, and that pawn! ”

Seeing that Song Jing patted his chest, Alepf showed disbelief again, and Yao Chong on the side couldn't help but tug on his sleeve.

"Old Song, if I don't go, you will have to command ...... if you stay"

"Hehe, you don't have enough weight, I'm the main general!" At this time, he squeezed his eyes at Yao Xiaobai's face quite complacently, and Song Jing said seriously: "I'm not going to be a hostage, I'm not going to die, you have always been more delicate in command, and Lao Tzu is still counting on you to save your life!" Don't look sad. ”

This matter will be lost if it is a little bad, how can it be as easy as Song Chuhe said, but what he said does make sense, and when he opened his mouth, Yao Chong finally sighed and swallowed his words back.

The sun was sinking more and more in the west, the light was even darker, and under the torches shining outside, it was obvious that Alepf's grim face was changing uncertainly, and for a long time, the terrorist leader gritted his teeth and shouted viciously: "You can change five children, plus that little soldier."

"Please, I'm the captain, the military attache of the sixth rank of the imperial court......"

"If you don't change it, forget it, the men of the Tafta Desert will never bargain!"

Seeing Alepf yelling as stingily as an iron rooster, Song Jing shrugged helplessly.

"Change."

Biting his lip, Yao Chong and a group of pro-soldiers behind him were all bruised, watching Song Jing walk in slowly without caring about breaking away from protection, and on the other end, in the shouting of Alepf gritting his teeth, two Bedouins pulled five trembling children and Li Ming, who was staggering, and walked out vigilantly.

Three men also set up bows and arrows.

Five or six meters in the courtyard became a vacuum zone, watching Song Jing walk more than three meters, the two Bedouins spread their hands, five or six frightened children immediately cried and rushed out, outside the courtyard, the parents who greeted their children also let out a cry of surprise.

In the last meter, the Bedouins let go of Li Ming again.

Compared with those children, Li Ming obviously stumbled a lot, her body was weak, and the beating in the afternoon obviously made her a little unbearable, and even bruises could be seen on her bright face, limping forward.

Seeing her miserable appearance, Song Jing finally lost the indifference just now, and said angrily to Li Ming's ear for a moment.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you!"

Unexpectedly, Li Ming suddenly stopped, and looked at Song Jing's lazy and resolute face with a confused expression.

"What are you still doing, let's go!"

At this time, Song Jing was a little anxious, and shouted in a low voice under the vigilant gaze of those Arabs.

The light of the fire flickered on Li Ming's swollen cheeks, but instead of walking quickly, Li Ming stared at Song Jing for a few seconds.

It was really a suffocating few seconds, and in Song Jing's impatience, Li Ming finally asked solemnly as never before.

"Why? Why did you risk your life to exchange me for me, for me as an irrelevant person? ”

I don't know what's going on in this guy's head! At this time, there was still a cranky thought, and Song Jing couldn't help but show a wry smile......