Ma Qing firmly grasped the shiny silver spear in both hands, and said: Old friend, old friend, this shot can be regarded as high/tide.

Unexpectedly, after half a ring, a loud noise that shook the sky came from the north, and it actually came from Qingjiang City, which was dozens of miles away.

Ma Qing calmed down, squinted his eyes, and saw that the tall city wall in the north had collapsed, billowing smoke and dust were spreading, and it was rising more than a hundred feet with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas.

Ma Qingxiu was not low, but he still didn't look very carefully, so he gathered more and more energy to look, but at this time, Zhou Tian's vitality rolled and was confused, and his legs were weak and a dog gnawed mud, and he immediately fell unconscious.

Suddenly, the sharp moon was bleeding, and Qingjiang was crying.

A crack in the ground, from south to north straight into the inner city of Qingjiang, the southern city wall cracked a large gap of more than ten zhang. Yuan also said that Qingjiang City is like a lying down "convex" character, and the inner city is the protruding pocket. Different from the outer city for civilians to live, it is the core of Qingjiang's armament, except for the white and noble Fengchang Mansion in the south of the city, almost all the official eunuchs are in it, and at the same time hoarding a large number of equipment, grain and grass, the city is reinforced for many years without slackening. Not to mention the Iron Bucket Golden City, but no matter what kind of offensive it faces, it is definitely more than enough to hold on to the square inch and wait for the Red Clothes of Mocheng to rush to help, and it is impossible to destroy it in a breath.

And today, without warning, the city collapsed, and the mourning was everywhere.

Just after sunset, every house started a fire to cook dinner, it was the time of the day when the fire was the heaviest, so it was inevitable that all parts of the inner city would go to the fire, and this fire took advantage of the wind to go along the broken walls and wooden beams and pillars, leaving one charred charcoal mark after another, and the garrison generals everywhere had just reacted, and a few tongues of fire had already rushed to the storehouse of grain. The autumn harvest of grain and grass will be harvested, and if there is a fire at this time, the supply for the winter will definitely be unsustainable. The nearby commander understood that the granary was dry, and if it was infected with fire, it would definitely be out of control, so without a little hesitation, he summoned all his men to carry water, and began to extinguish the fire with the granary as the center.

The Qingjiang generals were all well-trained, and after a period of panic, they also began to spontaneously rescue them, and sent sergeants to the town guard mansion for help.

The town guard's mansion was located at the southwestern end of the inner city, avoiding the cracks in the ground, and the house was not greatly damaged, but the fire had spread to the vicinity. Ma Kuo stood on the ridge of the roof, his sword eyebrows upside down, his eyes wide open, looking straight at the fire in the north, and his heart was calculating quickly.

Under the house stood Ding Jia of the Ma family, and the subordinates and subordinates of the town guard mansion who knelt, as well as the officers who came from nearby to ask for their lives. All of you looked up at the Lord of a city like a stone sculpture.

Ma Ko looked at the raging flames, and had already prepared for the worst in his chest. He untied the bow of the divine arm on his back, took out more than ten Mingdi in the quiver, and without saying much, shot into the air one by one, and each Mingdi made a unique sound. Every time a chirping bird roared away, the herald of the courtyard understood it, and rushed out, gathering his own troops as he ran, and ran to the place where the chirping fell.

Of course, Ming Di could only directly order some high-ranking generals, and then through them to control their subordinates, they conveyed orders layer by layer. In a short period of time, the army in the inner city of Qingjiang was operating in an orderly manner. Only the hundreds of people in the Ma family's direct line still haven't made any moves. As his subordinates dispersed, Ma Kuo's face became more and more ugly. He flipped down with great dexterity, and then called out two names: Ma Rulong, Ma Treading Snow. The two middle-aged men with the same armor stepped forward, but Ma Kuo hesitated and hesitated.

The two are not only Ma Kuo's henchmen, but also brothers who grew up together, and they don't say much about their tacit understanding. For some reason, Ma Kuo was not afraid to reveal his emotions in front of these people. Seeing that Ma Kuo was difficult to decide, the older Ma Rulong took the initiative to say: My brother is guarding the town, and he can't take care of some small things.

It turned out that Ma Rulong looked carefully, and among the eleven branches that shot out, the first two branches pointed directly to the granary in the north of the inner city, and the next two branches fell to the north garden of the town guard mansion that had all the household registration documents of the town, and the third branch was to inspect the gap in the south of the city, and the construction fortifications; the remaining four branches were to go straight to the sky in the southeast and northwest, and they disappeared without a trace, and the commanders were all cavalry, that is, scattered rangers went out of the city to investigate the enemy's situation, and the branch to the west must also go to nearby towns, and even the main city of Mocheng for help. As soon as he saw the distribution of this force, Ma Rulong knew that the first judgment of the always cautious town guard on the earth crack was actually the work of a foreign enemy, and even suspected that the large-scale invasion of demon beasts might be tonight. If at this moment of weakness, he was unprepared and hit head-on again, needless to say, Qingjiang City, which had stood for half a jiazi, might fall in a battle, and he wouldn't even be able to survive tonight. Looking ahead, Ma Kuo naturally did not dare to go all out to rescue the disaster. Therefore, the first is intelligence and foreign aid, the second is to fortify the city to defend against the enemy, and the second is to rescue people from disaster relief.

If the fire gets out of control, the town guards will not be able to escape the infamy of poor decision-making and poor rescue no matter what. And now the victims are all the magnates in the inner city, all of whom are people who can influence the political situation, and the newly appointed Ma Kuo will undoubtedly become an ant sitting on a hot pot. And once Ma Kuo makes the right decision, there is really a demon beast attacking, and a bloody battle is already in front of him. Ma Kuojin is also worried, retreating is also worried, and the thought of heaven dying will inevitably rise in his chest.

Ma Rulong also felt the same way, but he didn't have to weigh everything like him, so he added another sentence: Every household in the inner city has a clansman Ding Jia, if it is organized, it will also be a big help, it is better to let me recruit people to quickly put out the fire, and the head of the family has to go to the city to preside over the overall situation in order to deal with the unexpected.

Ma Kuo replied and returned: Just according to what you said. He turned to Ma Taxue again and said, "Taxue, you pass on my order to requisition all the water storage and people in the outer city to come to the inner city to put out the fire, and then you send an order to Governor Han to contact you in all matters."

With the departure of the two of them, most of the Ding Jia in the family were also transferred, leaving less than thirty personal guards as heralds.

Ma Kuo looked north with his hands in his hands, and turned into a stone sculpture again, and he couldn't see any expression anymore.

Eleven branches of Mingdi were scattered in all directions, and the old town guard Li Geshu also understood.

Li Geshu scolded in a hoarse voice: Ma Kuo, how can you not be flexible in the battle.

However, he didn't bother to go to the inquiry, because the Li Mansion was in a sea of fire at this time.