The west gate of the girder is facing the girder gate of the palace city, which is the most important gate of the girder city.

According to the layout of the royal city of the traditional Chinese "front dynasty and back city", the line from the west gate to the Daliang gate is the position of the "former dynasty", which is generally the place where government decrees are issued, the generals are ordered, and various national ceremonies are held, and the life of the ordinary people has little to do with it, and the guard is strict, so the flow of people outside the west gate is not dense, on the contrary, there are more soldiers guarding the door.

Zheng Anping faintly saw the tall city wall and realized that he was almost at the girder. He gathered his feet and ran forward slowly, trying to steady his breathing. Look at the sky, it's getting closer. Although it was early winter, a burst of running still made large droplets of sweat ooze from his forehead, and he felt that his underwear was also wet.

After jogging the road, you can faintly see the soldiers on duty outside the West Gate. The underwear has turned from warm to moist, the sweat has gradually subsided, and the breathing has stabilized. Zheng Anping stopped, tightened his belt, took out the talisman from his arms, raised it high, sped up his pace again, and screamed loudly in his mouth: "Tight-urgent-military-love~!" Tight-Urgent-Army-Love~! ”

The soldiers on duty at the gate of the city, as well as the few people waiting to enter the city, heard a terrible cry from a distance, and they all looked in the direction of Zheng Anping, and saw a figure running quickly, and began to hear what he was calling clearly. The people immediately flashed to both sides of the gate, and the soldiers on duty concentrated at the gate and blocked the gate; The west gatekeeper who was on the city tower also hurriedly walked down the city tower and stood in the center of the city gate.

The guards guarding the gate had just taken their positions, and Zheng Anping had already arrived. He handed over the talisman to the Ximen guard, and said: "Emergency military situation, General Mangmao is defeated, and the Qin army is coming." ”

Simon's guard took the talisman, checked that it was correct, and said to one of the soldiers, "Take this brother to drink." I immediately entered the palace. Stop here to go into town! After saying that, he turned around and ran in the direction of the girder door.

A soldier came over and said to Zheng Anping: "Brother, hard work, come up and drink saliva." Another soldier shouted to the people who were still waiting to enter the city: "Forbidden city, forbidden city!" ”

The few people waiting to enter the city had already heard the conversation between Zheng Anping and Ximen Guard, and they dared to enter the city again, and they all left in a hurry. There are a few families living in the city, and they hurry up the city wall to the neighboring city gate, and be sure to enter the city and go home before the city gate is closed, and inform the family that they are a little prepared.

Zheng Anping followed the soldier up to the city wall and stood down next to the city gate tower. The soldier went inside, took out a large amount of water, and handed it to Zheng Anping; Zheng Anping drank it all, took off the water gourd from his waist, and handed it to the soldier together: "Please fill it up, brother." The soldier took it and promised, "Good brother! ”

The soldiers filled Zheng Anping with water and went down to the city to be on duty. Zheng Anping stood alone beside the city gate tower, looking out of the city, and spontaneously had a feeling of condescending and looking down on all beings; Looking inside, the majestic girder gate is impressive, and it also blocks the gaze of exploration. Looking to the north, there are faint rows of houses, and people are walking around. Zheng Anping knew that such a peaceful atmosphere was coming to an end.

Despite the fact that there are battles every year, Daliang has been built for 90 years, and no enemy army has ever appeared. In the early years, Wei was a big country, only he fought other countries, and no one in other countries dared to provoke him; In recent years, although Wei has some backs, the girder has deep ravines and high bases, and the population is large, which is enough to shock potential enemies. Although the powerful Qin army succeeded in Hexi and frequently attacked Hedong, it was thousands of miles away from Daliang and had no impact on the daily life of the people of Daliang. But......

Zheng Anping's heart suddenly tightened. He remembered that it was the year when he had just become a military soldier, and the Qin army, which was still an ally of Qi yesterday, suddenly turned his face and killed Daliang...... He didn't really fight the Qin army in that battle, but he saw with his own eyes the ferocity of the Qin soldiers.

There was a bell in the direction of the Daliang Gate, and it was the King of Wei urgently summoning the ministers. Zheng Anping saw that the vigilance outside the gate of the girder was strengthened.

"Simon has sent the news." Zheng Anping thought about it, and his heart was filled with a trace of joy like meritorious service. Anyway, it was in his hands.

The wind blew, and Zheng Anping's sweat-soaked clothes were blown through by the wind, but fortunately, there was a layer of leather armor blocking it, and it was not cold. He also felt a little hungry, although he had just eaten rice before leaving, but this trip had already consumed that little rice. He regretted a little that he didn't bring dry food with him, and now he could only hold on.

When Zheng Anping's clothes were about to be blown dry, drums rang out in the palace. Almost immediately, Zheng Anping saw the Ximen guards rushing out of the Daliang Gate, and shouted at the Ximen soldiers in an almost angry tone: "Close the city gate!" Beat the drums! ”

Zheng Anping flew down the city and hurriedly waved at the soldiers. The soldiers understood, slowed down the speed of closing the city gate slightly, and let Zheng Anping squeeze out before the city gate was about to close. As soon as he left the city gate, there was a deafening sound of drums from the tower of the city gate......, and even the earth shook with it, knock Not long after, drums came from all the fourteen gates of Daliang City.

Zheng Anping plugged his ears, desperately resisted the huge impact of the drums, took a step, and returned along the same road. The drums beat hundreds of times before they stopped. At about the same time that the drumming stopped, bells rang out on both sides of the road. People who heard the sound of drums and bells hurried to their homes.

Zheng Anping did not return to the station. After walking for about ten miles, he turned right into a small road and walked towards a village with dozens of families. This is Donghongli, where Zheng Anping lives.

For a long time in Chinese history, Xiangli and Li were both grassroots administrative units, and the original meaning of Xiangli was to be the same township and the same village, so it also became synonymous with the villagers. At different times, in different countries, the size of the township is different.

Originally, there were 25 families living in a li, and these families should have prepared a chariot, an ox cart carrying heavy loads, three armor soldiers in charge of chariot warfare, and 25 infantry in the supporting area, and this formation was called "two". As the population grew, so did the size of the village, successively becoming 50, 72, and 100. The number of households increased, but the chariots did not increase, and even some of them were not worthy of a four-horse chariot at all, so they only pulled out a two-horse chariot to fill the number. There are ox carts that pull heavy grain and grass, but they are not willing to use them well, and try to use old oxen to break the cart.

There are two main families living in Donghongli, and I don't know how long they have lived here. There are also a few outsiders like Zheng Anping.

At that time, most houses were built next to each other, i.e., houses of the same family were built next to each other. Outsiders like Zheng Anping are of different ethnicity from the local people, and the house is thrown out alone. As soon as you walk in the middle of the house, it is clear who is one family and who is a single family. There are about two or three households thrown out like this, and Zheng Anping's house is almost next to a wasteland overgrown with weeds.

The square was empty, and it seemed that people had returned to their homes to prepare for the war.

Zheng Anping walked through the rows of clans' houses and came to his own home at the back. Push open the creaking wooden door, walk through the courtyard, and go up three flights of stairs into the hall. All his equipment hung on the hall. He took off his turban and put on his fur hat; changed a pair of boots; Put on the other two layers of leather armor and tie your belt carefully; He hung a crossbow and quiver on his belt, and picked up a halberd. I tried it myself, and when I felt that I was satisfied with the outfit, I turned around and walked down the hall to a side room.

This wing room is cluttered with firewood and grass, and it seems to be a firewood room. Zheng Anping turned around, and behind the firewood and grass, there was a seat, on which sat an old man with a disheveled hair and a rickety figure.

The old man obviously heard Zheng Anping's voice and said, "Su is on the stove." Drink a bowl in time. ”

Zheng Anping filled a bowl of millet, sprinkled some salt and plum powder, knelt down in front of the table, and asked softly while eating, "Do you hear the drum?" ”

The old man nodded. Then he pointed with his hand and said, "The millet is ready." ”

Zheng Anping looked in the direction of the old man's finger, and there was a bag made of coarse linen on the ground, which seemed to contain millet. He picked up the bag of rice and carried it with his hands, and the portion was just right.

As he bundled the rice bag around his body, he asked, "Sir, I have difficulty moving, how can I deal with it?" ”

"Fine." The old man made a voice from his buried hair.

Zheng Anping stopped talking, silently ate two bowls of millet, put down the bowl, bowed deeply, and turned to leave.

When he reached the wooden door, he faintly heard the sound of drums again, and soon the loud bell rang.

Zheng Anping opened the creaky wooden door, took one step, turned around and closed the door, shook off and strode towards the front of the field.