The Mo family army entered the city from the west of Jeju, turned over and dismounted, the footsteps of the soldiers with heavy armor were light and fast, silently approaching the east city gate, two miles away from the city tower, and they had already seen the torches lit on the city tower.

The Jeju garrison has not fought for many years, and its greatest achievement is to capture the mountain bandits with the Yamen, and has already vented the heroic killing of the enemy, after the elimination of the old and weak, now there are only 8,000 soldiers and horses left, divided into three armies, of which two armies are under the control of the soldiers who surrender without a fight, and retreat all the way to the embrace of Mount Tai, and another army is not willing to join forces with the rebellious ministers and thieves, and the military is not afraid of death, and is stationed at the East City Gate.

This army is less than 3,000 people, and they have been waiting for the order of the Wangzhou army here for a long time, but there has been no order, and the news sent out is like a mud cow into the sea, and there is no response, as if the wind and rain are disappearing, and everyone's spirit is relaxed.

A soldier peed out of the foot shop, walked to the city gate, yawned, just stood up, suddenly saw a figure in front of him, the secret way is not good, when he opened his mouth to shout, suddenly a cold in his neck, blood spurted out.

The killing came quickly and urgently, the blood soaked the mud in an instant, and the soldiers in the battalions on both sides of the tower woke up from their sleep, hurriedly armed with knives and out of the camp, and were beheaded as soon as they appeared.

The people near the east gate were awakened by this swift battle, and the cold wind carried bloody gas, penetrating through the cracks and corners of the doors and windows, and sending wisps into the noses of the people.

The Yan Pavilion that was close at hand had already blown out the lights when the first shout rushed out, and the sound of the silk and bamboo musical instruments sounded a few times, and it quickly stopped, everything was still, the sound of the blades clashing was getting louder and louder, the blades cutting through the rough cloth armor, and the sound of cutting into the bones of the skin was clearly audible.

In just four moments, the battle was decided.

The people in the Yan Pavilion heard the sound of the fight gradually stopping, and some drinkers quietly opened the window and looked out.

Torches were lit everywhere outside the window, the towers were illuminated, the battle flags were discarded to the ground, the ground was covered with blood, the corpses were broken like duckweed, floating in pools of blood, and the sky was black and pressing, not clouds, but hundreds of crows, whose wings glowed blue-green in the firelight, flying and chirping.

Birds chirped, and soldiers in iron armor bent down to lift one leg on the ground, dragged a corpse upside down, threw it under the tower, and stacked it on top of each other.

The drinkers watched a big flag planted at the head of the city, with gold characters on a black background, and a dragon flying and phoenix dancing with the word "Mo", rolling in the wind, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The Mo family army is reversed!

Kwanju is not a battlefield, Jeju is!

Jeju will definitely be besieged!

Come on!

A few drinkers watching in front of the window panicked, and suddenly stepped back, shouting "run" in their mouths, and crawled down with a rolling belt, and the whole Yan Pavilion was in a panic, and the long and wide sleeves of the servant were trampled on, and fell to the ground, and immediately a man's big foot stepped over her, and the brazier in the house was overturned, and the hot ash and red charcoal rolled down, igniting the curtain hanging on the ground, and with a "suddenly" sound, the fire raged, but in the blink of an eye, it had licked the beams.

The smoke was thick, the flames were connected, the beams were collapsing, the cries for help were rising, and the closed doors of the streets were gradually opening - the houses were connected to each other, and if they were not rescued, they would soon burn to their heads.

The fire shone on the shocked faces, and the restaurant next to the Yan Pavilion was the first to act, shouting for firefighting, while lifting the bucket, drawing water from the water tank on the street, and splashing it on the Yan Pavilion that was on fire.

The people on the street on this side of the Yanguan all moved, and the people on the other side of the street kept their faces blank, hesitated for a moment, and also began to extinguish the fire.

Black smoke rises everywhere, rubble shatters, scorched earth, just when the wind rises, suddenly the fire is monstrous, the red flames fly wildly, the sky is full of fire blocks, the night is like day, the swallow hall, the restaurant, the foot shop are in the snap of the fingers, but in a moment, the fire has burned to the volcanic wall, and the gathered crows flutter their wings and fly, scattered into the air.

The whole city was shocked.

A few people in the prefect's yamen sat up in shock, took the officials, and rushed to put out the fire with waterwheels, long ladders, hemp ties, and fire hooks.

With little manpower, they had to dig a ravine around the volcanic wall until half of the street burned out, and the fire did not stop.

Smoke and ashes, annihilation of the prostitutes, burning of drunken children, burning of the thatched huts, the people gathered around the place, no one noticed that the Dongseonglou battlefield had been cleaned up, and Jeju was about to be turned into a battlefield in an instant.

Wu Jin let go of the bucket, his hands were red, and he turned his head to look

To the east of the city tower, the fire is extinguished, and the city head is also bleak, but you can see the gate tower, the arrow tower, the main building, the city head, the partition wall, and the east and west corridors have people in hand.

He could distinguish Mo Lingfeng at a glance, even if he couldn't see her face clearly, he could still see her expression at this time in his mind - the kind of indifference that resembled Mo Qianlan, Li Shu's suffering was not in his eyes, and the people of the world were not in his heart, only seeking to win or lose, and only looking at the pros and cons.

When a tiger cub grows into a fierce tiger, it needs to be shackled in a cage.

He withdrew his gaze, and Cheng Taishan also glanced east: "Fire ......"

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves interrupted his words, and rolled into the ears of everyone in the city like thunder, and the noisy fire suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked to the west side where the sound came.

The sound came nearer and nearer, and stopped outside the city gate, and just as everyone was unaware of the reason, the sound of horses' hooves began again.

A small group of men and horses urged the horses to enter the city, but in a moment, they appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the military flag rolled, like a dark cloud covering the moon, the head of the spear was cold, like frost condensation, the knife had been unsheathed, horizontal in the hand, straight to the east city gate.

Cheng Taishan shouted "get out of the way", pushed away the people with both hands, let go of the street, the people ran in chaos, this team of people and horses led by Chongtao, in the blink of an eye to the place where the fire occurred, because of strict military discipline, no one looked at the tragic situation of the fire, went directly to the east city gate, rolled the saddle and dismounted, and went up to the city tower to meet Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng quickly arranged for his soldiers to guard the Jeju City Gate, and the most important thing was the East City Gate bordering Wangju.

Although the east gate is high, it is not dangerous, and the trench is narrow and short.

The river has dried up, and there is a smooth road outside, so it is necessary to dig deep trenches immediately, arrange knives, forks, and horses to resist horses.

Chong Tao took people back to the west gate to give orders, and the soldiers under the city tower opened the gate tower and the door hole below the arrow tower in turn.

The door hole under the city gate opens and closes day by day, although it is heavy, the household pivot is very flexible, two soldiers dial hundreds of pounds of copper latches, and the remaining six people are separated from each other, holding the door leaf, pushing it out little by little.

The door is opened, and the mud road outside the city gate is tamped, and then thirty miles, it is Wangzhou.

The people were silent, and one of them, sitting in the ruins, suddenly got up and ran towards the city gate.

The footsteps were piercing, and under the astonished gaze of everyone, the man blew past the soldiers, rushed out of the city gate, and fled Jeju.

Mo Lingfeng lowered his head and looked at the black oppressive crowd below, but did not stop it, stretched out his hand and pointed to Wu Jin, who stood out from the crowd in the fire, and instructed the nomadic Qing: "You take ten people over to help the prefect Cheng catch silverfish."

The shivering crowd was still noisy.

"There's going to be a war!"

"Let's go!"

"I haven't taken anything yet—"

"Something! The gates may be closed at some point!"

There is the sound of horses' hooves in the rear, the soldiers have begun to set up, some people are panicked carrying the old lady on their backs, holding their wives, and rushing out of the city gate, some parents and children also run out, when passing the soldiers, the children's shoes are too big, and they can't help falling to the ground, and they get up with a rolling belt, and run out of the city gate with bare feet.