The war stopped, the smoke of gunpowder did not dissipate, and the eyes were full of devastation.

There was silence inside and outside the city, the sky was already dark, Wu Jin was exhausted, leaning against the damp and cold stone wall, wheezing.

During the war, he didn't feel unwell, but when he calmed down, the pain in his body immediately hit, his head throbbed to the extreme, and the breath in his chest and abdomen jumped wildly, turning the river and the sea.

He reached down and removed the heavy scarf, loosening his head, spreading his fingers and combing his stray sideburns into a bun, looking downward.

The soldiers held knives and guns, looking for wounded soldiers among the corpses everywhere and sending them back to the city for treatment.

The mountains and waters, the corpses and remnants of the soldiers, are intertwined, and the tragedy of the battlefield seems to be deliberately concealed in the night wind, which can make the living less sad, sad, and lonely, and can slowly clean up their minds and continue to rise and fall in the troubled times.

But there are also voices that are hard to ignore.

The sound of screaming and weeping, the sound of iron colliding with iron tools, the sound of embers licking siege weapons, and the sound of footsteps dragging in pools of blood were all terrifying sounds from the Shura Hell.

Wu Jin straightened up, raised his hand to knead the roots of the mountain, and when the headache was slightly relieved, he found that the sleeve of his left arm was crisp, and it was soaked with blood - he remembered that most of the time ago, an arrow grazed by him, and he didn't feel the pain at that time, thinking that he had escaped by luck.

He shrugged his left shoulder, and the pain immediately came, overpowering the headache and making him hiss.

Chong Tao hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him: "Governor Wu, go down."

Wu Jin nodded, grabbed Chong Tao's wrist, and the two of them almost supported each other to take steps, stepping down one stone step after another.

Below the castle tower, the tragic situation is even worse, even if the shadow is shrouded, it also makes people's pupils vibrate, and the corpses occupy Jeju, and the living become a minority, standing alone everywhere.

Wu Jin let go of Chong Tao's hand and didn't know how to get off for a while.

Mo Lingfeng walked over, grabbed him with a bloody hand, and sent him out of the Infernal Hell: "Go back and rest."

Nomad Qing raised his heels, and Mo Lingfeng waved his hand: "The herald takes turns to rest."

"Yes." Nomad Qing stopped, leaned his back against the stone wall, took a deep breath, beat his spirit, held his injured hand, and went to give the order.

Everyone was very tired, and the people on both sides of the street who had escaped death sat on the ground in a daze, not knowing how to deal with themselves, and there was no joy for the rest of their lives, but more at a loss - in just one day, life and death were fleeing, separated from their relatives by yin and yang, worthy of half of their lives.

The Mo family army carried the wounded soldiers of the Yongzhen Army past them, carrying the corpses of the people past them, and the kind of grief and suffocation that spread everywhere made them slowly come back to their senses.

Someone got up to help, carried the wounded soldiers and sent them to the infirmary, and there were civilians among the busy soldiers.

When Mo Lingfeng walked by, the people were also busy, several women picked up the iron tools on the ground and put them on the Taiping car, and when they heard the soldiers calling "General Mo", they quickly stood up and bowed deeply.

The scholars in the shirts gave up their hands, and the short brown ones were all extremely respectful.

Mo Lingfeng walked silently until he walked past all the people before he said to Wu Jin, "When the city gate was not opened, they scolded me, do you say they are good or evil?"

Wu Jin said in a low voice: "The Buddha said that one heart opens two doors, one is that the heart is as true as the door, and the other is that the heart is born and destroyed, there are good and evil, about that."

The two talked about their injuries, and slowly walked into the prefect's yamen, Cheng Taishan did not return from the battlefield, the three civil officials were groggy and sick, and the sad mansion was circling, and when they heard Mo and Wu coming back, they entered the study where Wu Jin lived temporarily, but they did not dare to step forward.

The room was silent, and Mo Lingfeng asked Wu Jin to sit down at the square table, leaned over and lowered his head, and pressed his forehead to his.

He was a wounded crane, a sick pine, with a hot forehead and a high fever.

She found scissors, cut open his sleeves, sprinkled the wound medicine, cut the undershirt into strips, tied the wound tightly, and then went to the hanger, took off the hood, untied the iron armor, and sat down in the chair.

Wu Jin also got up, squatted in front of her, rolled up her knee pants, took off her shoes and socks, bandaged her ankle wound, let her pull her shoes to rest for a while, and sat down beside her again.

The two glanced at each other, smiled silently, and bringed

A little helpless.

It's so tiring.

Tired that they had no time to take care of the pain on their bodies, they were unable to walk another half a step, and even speaking was a luxury, their heads were dizzy, their shoulders were like Mount Tai, their hands were sore, their legs were trembling and numb, and they were also on the big stone barriers, which made them breathless.

The body seemed to collapse little by little in the chair, and the spirit disintegrated with it.

There are less than 5,000 people left, and the reinforcements from Wangzhou will arrive in a few days, Jeju and Gaopingzhai, which one should be taken?

Abandon Jeju and return to Kuanju - Kuanju ***, grain and grass are difficult to eat, if you are besieged, there is a dead end.

Abandon Kuanzhou, relief state - Kuanzhou is the foundation of the Mo family, once Gaopingzhai withdraws its troops, Jin Yu will immediately take advantage of the weakness to enter, and then the former wolf and the tiger will be self-extinct.

After a while, Mo Lingfeng regained a little strength and said calmly: "Tang Baichuan's plan is really unexpected, this matter may have spread in Wangzhou, and the new emperor will definitely deal with it in order to calm the public."

Wu Jin wanted to shake his head, but when his head moved, his brain seemed to be boiling, and he was speechless in pain, and waited for a long time before he said: "The national dynasty needs such jackals, even if it is disposed of, it will be transferred elsewhere first, but in three years, it will be reused, and people like Tang Baichuan are not afraid of verbal criticism."

"He's only afraid of death."

"Yes."

The two talked about life and death, and they talked about it as usual.

Mo Lingfeng looked at the caisson above his head, circle by circle, layer by layer, grid by grid, nesting on top of each other, like a trap that he couldn't jump out.

She counted the time: "Tang Baichuan hurry up, ask the new emperor to mobilize strong troops, six days is enough."

"Yes, six days ......" Wu Jin's eyelids drooped, her cheeks were on fire, burning red, her spine was not straight, and she was a little rickety.

Cheng Taishan's heavy footsteps came from outside the door, and he quickly crossed the threshold, walked into the house, dragged a chair, sat down, leaned back, and let out a long breath: "Withdraw to Kuanzhou, and the grain and grass can support for two months."

As soon as the words fell, Huang Yunshu had already dragged the sick body into the house, panting and glancing at the three people in the room, anxious, overflowing: "There is no way to break the situation?"

After Mo Lingfeng entered the house, they asked about the situation clearly, Qi Chang was calm, He Qing was as timid as a mouse, only Huang Yunshu couldn't wait for a moment, and when he saw Cheng Taishan coming back, he hurried to ask what was going on.

No one answered, he paced back and forth, unable to calm down for a moment: "Going to Kwanju is also a dead end, so it's better to stay in Jeju-"

His eyes lit up, his right hand clenched into a fist, hitting the palm of his left hand, he didn't dare to look at Mo and Wu, and looked at Cheng Taishan: "Run!" Now there is no one outside the dock, and you can escape by boat!"

"No one is allowed to escape," Cheng Taishan got up and walked to the door, leaned against the door and asked his subordinates to bring in three portions of food, and then slowly walked back and sat down, "Withdraw to Kuanzhou."

Huang Yunshu hurriedly said, "Withdrawing to Kuanzhou is not the best policy! The new emperor will beat the water dogs!"

Cheng Taishan glanced at him: "My family is in Kuanju, and the roots of the Mo family are also in Kuanju, rather than losing in Jeju, it is better to wait for the opportunity in Kuanju."