Mo Lingfeng knew that the fight on the paper and pen of the literati was more cruel than the swords and guns on the battlefield.

There is only one death, but pen and ink can uncover people's scars countless times, repeatedly whip, trample human dignity into the mud, and strangled thousands of times, year after year, hundred years, or even tens of millions of years.

Every scholar is afraid of others' pen and ink, the first scholar is like this, the emperor is also like this, what about Wu Jin?

She could sense that behind Wu Jin's indifference, there was also this kind of fear, but it was only very slight and would not become his shackles.

But it will become his regret.

She glanced at Wu Jin again, and at a glance, she saw that the ground stains stained his clothes and shoes, and his shadow was slanted all over the ground, but it did not blend in with those chaotic lights and shadows.

He's fine.

"Don't be afraid," she said softly, "you will go down in history in my dynasty."

Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile, a string in her head relaxed, and grabbed her hand hard.

Mo Lingfeng looked away, said no more, and walked to the middle tent, she let go of the door, took off the hood and put it on the table, took off the heavy iron armor, hung the sidecar on the wall, wiped her face and hands with a handkerchief, and reached out to pinch the mountain roots.

"The next siege time, Tang Baichuan has to see the will of the new emperor, the military situation is fast, one back and forth, it will take at least ten days, plus this time he lost the battle because of the new emperor's urging, and the court has to quarrel for two days, the new emperor's edict is coming, I'm afraid it will be March 5 or 6."

The light and shadow in the room were a little dark, Wu Jin squatted, turned over the charcoal fire with a fire chopstick, and said with a smile: "You are too little, and the court has been arguing for more than two days."

"Not only are they arguing, but they also have to blame each other," Mo Lingfeng yawned, "Tang Baichuan didn't show up this time."

Wu Jin covered the copper basin lid: "On the nest car, he still doesn't dare to get on the nest car, so afraid of death, there is no way to win, and he will not show up."

Mo Lingfeng reached out to take the teapot, the water in the pot was cold, she still poured out and drank half of it: "The siege of the city is sure to win, that is to surprise the army."

Wu Jin took the teapot and put it on the lid of the copper basin: "In today's gunpowder, it seems that there is no earth-shaking thunder, the so-called strange soldier, maybe it is earth-shaking thunder."

"Heaven-shattering thunder ......" Mo Lingfeng crouched on the table, "There won't be too many."

She waited for Tang Baichuan to move on the city tower, and she didn't sleep for a day and a night, when the war was over, and the person beside her made her relax, so she couldn't help falling asleep.

Wu Jin took off the crane from the clothes pole, wanted to put it on her, thought about it again, or put the crane back, picked up Mo Lingfeng horizontally, put it on the couch, and covered it with a quilt.

He reached out and stroked her forehead, and thought lovingly, "Is she afraid?"

She can always see through the fears of others and comfort them, but she never divulges her fears.

She accepted all the suffering, all the horrors, and was willing to embark on this path—for herself, and even more so for herself.

Wu Jin moved the stool out of the middle account, let Nomad Qing sit in front of the account and guard, and went to the military doctor by himself.

The streets have been roughly cleaned, but the blood on the ground is still there, and the smell of blood is strong, and when people are deeply immersed in it, they can no longer detect the fishy smell, only feel normal.

Mo Jiajun was picking up arrows, knives and guns and other objects that fell on the ground, Wu Jin walked all the way to look at it, and when he arrived at the medical hall, he saw wounded soldiers lying everywhere.

The wounded soldier was covered in blood, his face was distorted by pain, and the doctor was busy taking off almost flat on the ground, and he had no time to look at who it was, thinking that it was a soldier from the rear battalion who had come to help, so he directly stuffed a handkerchief into him: "Scrub the wound first, pour the medicine powder."

Wu Jin immediately rolled up his sleeves, brought a basin of hot water, helped scrub the wounded soldiers' wounds, and sprinkled knife wound medicine.

After eight days of such a busy and ordinary day, there was silence inside and outside the city, but the sky was cloudy and sunny, the wind was cold in the morning and evening, warm at noon, and there was often a drizzle falling, and the air was moist.

When people walk outside, their backs will soon be wet with sweat, and if the wind blows, they will easily get cold.

Cheng Taishan's wind chill was cured, but Huang Yunshu and the three of them fell ill together, and even Wu Jin began to have a high fever due to the cold due to his busy days.

On the first day of March, the sky was overcast, the wind was damp and cold, and it looked like there was rain

Come.

Cheng Taishan followed Mo Lingfeng to the city tower to take a look.

Halfway through, the sky was still so unclear, the light was dim, and the towers and soldiers were more and more illuminated with an iron blue color, and the bows and arrows on the women's wall never shone brightly.

Under the city tower, in the three days just after the siege battle, the drums were often beaten to gather the generals, and the important matters were discussed in the middle tent.

At this time, there was silence inside and outside, and a white flag occasionally flashed on the nest car, and the board house would slide down to change the guard.

Cheng Taishan turned his wrist: "If I joined the army back then, with my physique, I would have been a commander."

Mo Lingfeng said with a smile: "Brother Shi is still good at literature, it is too hard to join the army."

Cheng Taishan nodded: "That's true."

He wanted to reach out and touch the top of Mo Lingfeng's head, but Mo Lingfeng was no longer the little girl he used to be, and instead of two buns on his head, he had a cold hood.

He clenched his hands into fists and put them behind him, just wanted to say that Mo Qianlan also longed for the military camp when he was a teenager, and immediately changed his words after realizing it: "Has Wu Jin lost his fever?"

"I got rid of the fever this morning, and I drank a bowl of porridge in the morning."

"He's in good health, Huang Yunshu can't move now."

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Before he received the cane, he was almost not sick."

As they spoke, the two walked around the castle tower and walked back to the main building, which was already the end of the hour.

The drizzle was like silk, wrapped around the bow and arrow, and gradually condensed into drops, falling on the city wall, fainting a circle of water stains.

"I don't have strength under this rain," Cheng Taishan looked up at the sky, "Let's go."

"Hmm." Mo Lingfeng took two steps, suddenly stopped, walked back to the female wall, pressed his hands on the city wall, swept his eyes over the Yongzhen army, and asked, "Xiaoyou, what time is it?"

Nomad Qing followed her, wiping the water droplets on the iron armor, and when she heard the words, she was about to go to see the leaky pot, and before she could take a step, she heard the soldier's announcement.

Noon came.

Then he heard Mo Lingfeng's hard voice: "It's noon, the enemy can't afford to cook, and they are ready for battle!"

"Yes!" Nomad Qing was stunned in his heart, but he acted quickly, and his small body rushed out like gunpowder, disappearing in the blink of an eye, and the soldiers on the city tower quickly tensed up.

Cheng Taishan was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, his heart suddenly became chaotic, and he forcibly calmed down: "You don't go down?"

Mo Leaf shook his head, "Something is wrong."

Cheng Taishan's palms were sweating: "What's wrong?"

"The time doesn't match," Mo Leaf's brow furrowed, "It's not the same time I inferred, what went wrong?"

Before they could finish speaking, a loud voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

It was not the sound of the orderly assembly of soldiers in Jeju City, but the chaotic sound, wrapped in countless sounds, coming from the direction of Wangju.

To be more precise, it comes from official roads.

The sound slowly approached, becoming clearer and clearer—footsteps dragging mud and water, heart-rending cries