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The summer in the south of the eastern continent is always long and hot, from the end of April can be called early summer, until the end of October, the weather slowly cools, and the real time of winter is only a short period of one or twenty days, unaccustomed northerners regard it as punishment, but for the people who have lived in this land for a long time, this is a gift from God, because they can at least have more opportunities to grow food than their compatriots in the north. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of April, when the wheat in the paddy fields in the paddy fields in the Jiangnan area of the five lakes is still green, it has entered the harvest period of the first season of early rice, and when it enters the five lakes in the south of the Yangtze River in June, the second season of rice here has begun to fill the grain, and in late July is the best time to harvest the second season of grain, as for the third season, it is naturally the end of September before the harvest season begins, until this time the farm work in the field is gradually relaxed, and when the farming season is entered, the peasant women begin to get busy, on the one hand, they prepare for the spring festival, and on the other hand, they also need to prepare fertilizer for the sowing of the second spring, seeds, tools, and more.

Although due to the fertility of the soil, the grain yield here is far less than that of Wuhu and Jiangnan, but with the three harvests, the people of Sanjiang can still proudly declare to their neighbors that they do not need to worry about their belly, although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, but it is enough to prove that God is generous to the people of Sanjiang.

The sun is like fire, but the atmosphere in Anshun City seems a little gloomy and cold, and the banner with the word "Lin" written on the head of the city is also scorched by the sun. Some of the dilapidated towers, the mottled beams and pillars still seem to be able to see termite cavities, a few slightly old catapults are covered with rags, piles of stones are stacked in a haphazard manner, two soldiers are lifting the rags to check the condition of the catapults, while another group of soldiers from the stairs under the city wall is laboriously lifting several ballistas, baskets after baskets of ash bottles, The bags of lime were transported by horse-drawn carts to the staircase of the city wall, and then carried by the soldiers to the head of the city, where baskets were stacked every few meters, and in the distance cavalry scouts could be seen running back and forth, while the soldiers in charge of guarding the city gate had erected a wooden fence thirty meters in front of the city gate to block the entry and exit of vehicles and livestock for inspection.

Anshun City, which has been peaceful for a long time, seems to be a little uncomfortable with this sudden change, why is it that the flames of war are about to spread to their own doorstep all of a sudden? Almost all of them seem to have not yet recovered their senses, and a solemn pre-war atmosphere has already enveloped Anshun City.

The scorching sun could not counteract the chill of bad news, and everyone waited for news from the front line with a sense of fear and mixed feelings, whether it was a business traveler staying in a teahouse hotel or a gentry staying at home. Some boring tea guests even sat directly in the teahouse at the gate of the city, while talking, but they were pricking up their ears to listen to whether there were fast horses coming from the east, saying that they wanted to know the war situation in the east and south as soon as possible, this time it was not a joke, the army of the Maqi Khan had stepped into the two provinces in the east, and it was the same as Ronnesia in the south, this news has caused a sensation in Anshun City, but people are more concerned about the outcome of the war, no matter what went wrong, Anshun seems to be unable to avoid this catastrophe。

The whole Anshun Mansion seems to have some family property and prestige people quietly entered the city, the Maqi Khan people, these barbarians in a dry of squires who have never seen the world, look a little hideous and terrifying, although the usual Maqi Khan merchants do not seem to see anything unusual, but once these barbarians put on armor and raise knives and guns, they are afraid that they are much more ferocious than those turtles of the Guishan tribe Niudang clan, without the protection of the army, and now even spending the night outside the city seems to be subject to accidents, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the situation in the city of Anshun Mansion with these two sentences。

The old man in a brown shirt was pacing back and forth in the room restlessly, holding the delicate Yixing purple sand pottery pot in his hand, but the old man's mind was obviously not on this, if he said, such a hot weather, I am afraid that this city guard has long been sitting in the Jiaxiu Building on the shore of Longchela Lake outside the city to enjoy the cool and enjoy the water view, and now, I don't know if my old bones have any hope to enjoy it anymore, maybe in a few days, this Anshun City is really going to change owners.

The two people sitting in the guest seat in the hall looked anxiously at the old man in the brown shirt who was just pacing and contemplating without saying a word, one of them seemed to be older than the old man in the brown shirt, a black crown gauze hat, his eyes were dark, there were a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a few gray and white goat beards were sparse, and some of them had a jade belt tied to their stomachs, and a Pisces jade pendant was tied obliquely, and it seemed that they also had some identities, like the elders of the old men in brown shirts, "Dezhi, what are you still hesitating about?" It's time to make a decision, this time the Maqi Khans are ruthless, it seems that they will not give up if they don't swallow the three rivers in one bite, Lin Guoxiong has been dominant for so many years, this time I'm afraid I can't hold it, no, even the only regular division has to be transferred to Jiangchuan, it is clear that we don't take our Anshun in our eyes, once the Ronnesia side is lost, the Maqi Khans will pounce up, everyone knows that you are unwilling to deal with the barbarians, so I thought of this method of change. Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when the disaster comes, not that we are unwilling to be loyal to him Lin Guoxiong, but now the situation is stronger than people, and we can't help it. ”

Another middle-aged man also hurriedly echoed: "Lord Lin, Ling Yue is right, Lin Guoxiong fought with all his might, first attacked Ronesia, and then attacked the west, but ended up with a loss of troops and returned with a defeat, now it is the turn of the Maqi Khans to attack us, the situation is as dangerous as an egg, if we don't plan early, I'm afraid that we will end up with a city ruined and a family destroyed." Now no one can save us, only the west, but two days ago, those guys in the army refused to help others to help defend the kindness, do they have to wait until the day when Anshun City falls?"

The middle-aged man's righteous indignant words did not have any effect on the silent old man in the brown shirt, he picked up the teapot and took a sip lightly, only caring about swaying and pacing slowly, but the two people sitting in the guest seat were not anxious, nor were they angry.

Finally, when the footsteps in the front courtyard sounded, one person in armor first, and after entering the door, he said in a rough voice: "My lord, that guy didn't listen to dissuasion at all, he said that this was the personal order of the Jiedu envoy, so he must return to Jiangchuan, and he refused to leave even a single soldier." He refused to agree to all my good words, but urged him to prepare grain and grass and baggage, and to leave for the east in the afternoon. ”

The old man in the brown shirt had no change in his face, in fact, he had already expected this ending, the army had never been controlled by the local political axe, and it was the same to go by himself, but he had not tried it, and he always felt that his heart was not steady.

Before he could speak, the footsteps outside the door had already sounded again, and it was his own internal affairs director who came in, and the old man in the brown shirt raised his head and asked in a deep voice, "How is the situation?"

"My lord, it's not good, the news from all sides has confirmed that the Guishan tribe and the Niudang tribe have rebelled, Danzhai and Qingman in the east, Weng Xiang and Langde in the north have found traces of the so-called self-defense forces of the Guishan tribe and the Niudang tribe respectively, and the Tanyang River and Bazhou River ferries have also been controlled by the Guishan tribe and the Niudang tribe, and now the road to the north has been cut off, and the situation is very serious. The Interior Administrator's words were low and solemn. Danzhai, Qingman, Weng Xiang and Langde are all important market towns in the eastern and northern parts of Anshun adjacent to the two ethnic groups, and they all have garrisons in peacetime, but now that the situation has deteriorated, the garrison troops have withdrawn back to Fucheng, and since the Guishan and Niudang tribes have openly rebelled in response to the Maqi Khan, they will naturally not let go of these important places.

Putting the purple sand pottery pot on the coffee table of the sour jujube branch, the old man in the brown shirt changed his face slightly, Jiang Chuan was still sending troops to replenish, if the communication line with the Qin capital was cut off again, then Anshun was afraid that he really had no choice. Just doing this by himself, what kind of opinion will he have in the eyes of the people in the northwest? Will he think that he is betraying his lord and seeking glory? The old man in the brown shirt has some difficulty in choosing.

"Dezhi, there is nothing to hesitate about, it is better to let Li Wufeng come to the town than to let the Ma Qihan barbarians come to spoil it, we are all generations of the Tang clan, if you let the barbarians enslave us, everyone is not willing to do it." The goat-bearded old man couldn't hold back any longer, and put on the appearance of an elder and admonished earnestly.

In fact, the old man in the brown shirt knew that his father-in-law had already set up a line with the northwest side, and he always got all kinds of promises from the other party to run so vigorously, but now the regular troops stationed in the city have all been transferred, and only his own garrison division is left, who else can the city be defended? Whether it is the Maqi Khans or the northwesterners, they can easily take it if they are afraid of coming, and now they can take the initiative to sacrifice the city, at least in terms of national righteousness, it is still an imperial line, and it is better than letting the Maqi Khans ravage it.

Thinking of this, the old man in the brown shirt was also a little disheartened, once this Anshun City falls into the hands of outsiders, I am afraid that it will no longer be as easy as before, then Li Wufeng is not a good master, which of the officials of the five mansions of Tiannan has not been healed and obedient, although his father-in-law has some agreements with the other party, but when the real power is in the hands of others, is there still room for you to bargain? Lin Dezhi, who has been in the sea for decades, has seen this point more thoroughly than anyone else, but now there is no other way to go, and such a choice is probably the best result.

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