It was finally dawn.

The night of riots finally passed, and Lin'an City ushered in a brief period of calm.

It is said that it is short-lived, because the fire in Lin'an City at this time has been basically extinguished, and only thick smoke is left everywhere, and when the smoke clears, what is revealed is full of devastation.

Wu Yang was riding on a horse, the silver spear was carried behind him, and the saber on his waist had been curled.

There were only a few dozen people behind him, and he led his subordinates from the foot of the palace, along the heavenly street, to the three provinces and six departments, Chaotianmen, and large and small tiles all the way, until dawn to the Jingling Palace of Yuhangmen, which was close to it.

There are so many thugs that they don't have the extra strength to take the rioters into custody and custody in time, so they can only kill to stop killing!

With the continuous division of troops, some subordinates were injured and even died in the line of duty, and when he came to Jingling Palace, there were less than 100 people around Wu Yang!

Seeing that Chang Ping behind Jingling Palace was safe and sound, Wu Yang breathed a sigh of relief! Even if he doesn't practice government affairs, he knows that Lin'an City needs stability after the riots, and where does the power of stability come from: food! Material!

Behind Jingling Palace, there is not only the largest Changping position in Lin'an City, but also the throat road leading to Lin'an City, and the battle here is also the most intense.

Wu Yang looked at the corpses all over the ground in front of him, needless to say, they must be foreign thugs who came in from Yuhangmen, they may be just some boatmen, sailors living at the bottom on weekdays, and even businessmen who go south and north to do some small business, but under the stimulation of the Lin'an riots, they have become rioters who endanger the safety of Lin'an.

The most striking thing in the corpses all over the ground is the corpses in old military uniforms, these people are a little old, almost none of them are physically complete, all with such and such disabilities, if they are called Huazi in Lin'an City, they can probably win people's sympathy, and the copper coins received in the broken bowl used for begging every day must not be too small!

But Wu Yang knew that they were not called Huazi, they were the veterans of the Gushan Battalion, and they were the warriors of a hundred battles under Yue Fei!

Even if they are old, sick, or injured, they are still warriors who can fight with one enemy and ten enemies and hundreds of enemies in the battle array, and they can still protect Lin'an and the safety of the people!

This is also the seat of the Renhe County Office, and the young county magistrate is taking care of his hair in a messy bun and with a dirty face, and is bringing the summoned officials and people to clean up the corpses, transfer the sick, extinguish the fire, and count the personnel.

The high-ranking officials and nobles of the Great Song Dynasty lived in Zixia Mountain and Qingliang Mountain, and were protected by the two commands of the Imperial City Division sent by Wu Yang to monitor.

Those middle and lower-level officials did not have such a good fate, this Renhe County has just taken office not long after the county lord Su Yan lived in the county office, when the riot first started, Su Yan organized a small number of errands in the county government to rush to Changping to support, the old soldier of the lonely mountain from the Qiantang Gate all the way to Jingling Palace to guard, but also Su Yan immediately disconnected the county government's arsenal, to provide weapons to the old soldiers, this can be held until dawn.

"Slow down, lighter, let the doctor in the infirmary treat the old soldiers first. If you need any medicinal materials, just go to the medicinal material warehouse of the county government to get them, don't save it! ”

Su Yan's official robe had a few openings, and there were injuries on his arms, and when the situation was at its most critical, the seemingly weak county master was at the forefront of the battle with his sword!

Su Yan saw Wu Yang riding on the horse, he didn't feel that Wu Yang's actions were inappropriate at all, and thanked him: "Thank you, Lord Wu, thank you for your help, Lin'an City suffered this accident, and the people were panicked, so Su Yan won't greet you." If you are tired, you can go to the county government to rest for a while, the lower officials have ordered someone to boil water, and ordered the kitchen to cook a big pot of porridge, and the adults can cushion their hunger......"

Wu Yang nodded and said: "Good intentions, I have to go back to the imperial city to restore my life, don't bother!" ”

Wu Yang beat his horse and left, and before leaving, he turned back and signaled: "Bury them!" ”

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"Kill!"

Qiu Shiyi screamed, and suddenly woke up from the battle in his sleep, and a bitterness of herbs and the fragrance of rice porridge penetrated into his nose, mixed with a strong bloody smell.

He stared at a pair of bull's eyes and said blankly: "Lao Tzu, is this dead or alive?" Why is your stomach growling? ”

He remembered that before he closed his eyes, a large knife slashed at his chest, and he couldn't avoid it, and then he was pushed or hit, and immediately fell, exhausted and bleeding too much, this once tiger-like man could not hold on.

Before fainting, Qiu Shiyi seemed to catch a glimpse of a pair of silver-white armor and a spear out of the corner of his eye.

"The strong man is awake, is he hungry? Drink a bowl of rice porridge first to cushion hunger. The doctor said that the strong man is fainting from strength, and the body is fine, and he can recover by recuperation! ”

A gentle female voice sounded in Qiu Shiyi's ears, and along with the words, there was also a large bowl of steaming rice porridge, which was filled with shredded meat and green vegetables, and the aroma was overflowing, making Qiu Shiyi's stomach "growl" again!

Qiu Shiyi raised his eyes and saw a woman in her thirties handing over the porridge bowl, the woman's face was white, there was a hint of Qi in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were trying to look at Qiu Shiyi with a gentle smile.

"Qi Wuniang, don't pay attention to him! This deflated calf has rough skin and thick meat, and he can't die of hunger after a few meals! ”

Qiu Shiyi knew that the gentle lady in front of him was named Qi Wuniang, his black skin was a little red, thinking that he Qiu Shiyi was a soldier under the command of Dashuai in his teens, and followed Dashuai to fight in the north and south, and after his body was disabled, he was sent to the Gushan Camp to be locked up with a group of old men and rough men, one pass is eighteen years, how could he have been treated so gently by such a beautiful lady?

He gritted his teeth and roared, "Zheng Sanjing, you don't let it go there less!" You can eat this porridge, why are you old...... I can't eat it? ”

He didn't use a spoon, picked up the porridge bowl, snorted and ate it cleanly, and even licked the bottom of the bowl with his rough tongue.

Qi Wuniang couldn't hold back a smile and took away the porridge bowl, "The strong man ate the porridge, sleep in peace, and I'll bring it to you when the medicine is ready!" ”

Qiu Shiyi's gaze involuntarily shifted with Qi Wuniang, and he found that he was in a huge room, and the people lying on the hospital bed were all acquaintances, and he searched around, but did not see Lao Liang.

"What about Lao Liang? There are also a few two tigers and iron pillars, Lao Tzu remembers that they have been coming next to Lao Tzu all along, could they have been sent somewhere else? ”

Zheng Sanjing lay on the hospital bed and shook his head: "Don't dream, our people are still here!" Lao Liang died, and he blocked a knife for you, did you forget? Otherwise, there would be no place for your life! ”

Qiu Shiyi's eyes widened suddenly, "It's all here?" How many people are there? How many people did we come out with? ”

Zheng Sanjing laughed "quack", laughing so much that tears flowed out.

"How many people are out of the camp? How many people are there now? Qiu Shiyi, aren't you still dreaming! Do you think that when you were a backbiter, the Jin people ran away when they saw you? What are we doing now? A group of cripples killed all night, and it's good to survive these hundred or so tens! ”

Qiu Shiyi remembered that when he left the camp, there were four hundred and fifty-one old soldiers, and the original number was four hundred and fifty, and Zhao Laosan finally squeezed into the team again.

Can there be a hundred people in this ward today? In other words, at least more than 300 old brothers were lost in this Lin'an riot!

Seeing Qiu Shiyi's sadness, Zheng Sanjing said nonchalantly: "As the old saying goes, 'The clay pot will inevitably break by the well, and the general will inevitably die in battle', and the brothers have no intention of going back alive when they come out!" Now it is better to die in the chaos than to die on the couch of old age! You don't have to be such a crying woman, shame! ”

Zheng Sanjing adjusted his body hard and sighed: "Dead, no loss!" It's good that you're not dead! I haven't seen enough of the flower world in Lin'an City, and I still want to watch it comfortably for more than ten or twenty years! ”