As the saying goes, there are many good things, but there are too many good things that have been polished to the point after these three times of grinding, and the search for Zheng Quan is an excellent example.

Ye Ningxiang got up early in the morning, followed Wei Xun with anticipation, and found Zheng Quan's residence according to the address provided by the household department without much effort, but it could only be called the former residence.

Zheng Quan's next-door neighbor was an old lady in her seventies who lived alone, and when Ye Ningxiang and Wei Xun arrived, she was concentrating on cleaning up the house that had been destroyed by the rebels, and she sighed melancholy from time to time.

The old lady told Ye Ningxiang that Zheng Quan originally had an old mother, but his old mother died two years ago, leaving him alone as a fool who talked crazy and delirious all day long. But this madman suddenly disappeared without a trace three months ago, as if he had long since left Shuozhou.

People just thought that he was a plague god and finally walked away, and it was too late to be happy, and no one would take the initiative to find him, so where he went has become a mystery that has not yet been solved.

Throughout the way, Ye Ningxiang's mood was extremely low, and her excited, hopeful heart was full of sadness and despair at the moment.

For many days in a row, Wei Xun tried various methods to comfort Ye Ningxiang, hoping that she would come out of her depression soon. However, when she regained her strength and prepared to search for Zheng Quan's whereabouts again, she did not have a chance to do so.

Because Shuozhou has really become a lonely city without the slightest exaggeration.

According to the experience and analysis of Lin Shicheng, there are as many as 300,000 rebels guarding outside Shuozhou City, but there are less than 50,000 soldiers in Shuozhou City.

Ye Ningxiang didn't understand why a deposed prince, a prince who had never made any meritorious contributions, had a steady stream of supporters? From just a few thousand people to tens of thousands, and then to hundreds of thousands now, it was only more than two months.

She had suspected Xiao Qingyu, but after all, Xiao Qingyu was just a Jianghu man who knew how to schem, and he didn't have military power in his hands, even if he intended to help Mu Jinghong, he definitely didn't have the power to mobilize 300,000 troops to help him, so who was the person who helped Mu Jinghong?

Ye Ningxiang meditated for a long time and still had no answer, not only did she not find the answer, but their life became more and more difficult.

These 300,000 troops did not want to immediately attack the city and defeat and annihilate them, but were stationed outside the city very calmly and surrounded Shuozhou City without leaking. The people outside can't get in, and the people inside can't get out.

The ultimate goal of this rebel army is to trap the soldiers stationed in Shuozhou and the people living in Shuozhou together, and finally take Shuozhou into their own pockets without a single soldier.

Every day, there will always be people carrying luggage standing by the city gate in a daze, looking at the closed city gate and crying uncontrollably. They don't have any ambition and pride, and they don't fantasize about being crowned officials and worshipping the prime minister, they just want their family to spend their lives in peace.

However, I don't know when it started, but it all came to naught. The rebels' long knives will be plunged into their hearts, and the scarce grain and grass will disappear completely. In any case, death awaits them.

Besieged the city for a month. The people of the city, in spite of their anxious faces, were able to keep their senses, carefully dividing their daily rations according to the remaining grain and grass. The streets were filled with the hungry cries of children and the cries of women in fear of death.

The siege lasted for two months. The people of the city were all panicked, their former sanity was gone, and what they did every day was to desperately search for food and grass. Many hoarders have made a lot of money, but they are still full of sorrow. If you lose your life, no amount of money you make will be in vain.

The siege lasted for three months. The people in the city had yellow faces and thin muscles, and their expressions were sluggish. The cries of children were no longer heard in the streets, and there were no women's wails, but there were many more corpses. Men, women, and children have everything, and the corpses are all reluctant and longing.

The siege was four months. The people of the city have lost their minds and are mad in their ways. The corpses that should have been buried have become the sought-after goods of these people who are still alive. There are several more cauldrons in Shuozhou City, and there is always a strong aroma in the pot, and those who are steaming in the pot are those who have starved to death.

The siege lasted for five months. The people of the city have lost their conscience and use this method to kill each other in order to survive. When someone else dies, he can live, and when someone dies, he can eat his flesh and drink his blood. The desperate wails resounded day and night in every corner of Shuozhou City, the streets were stained with blood, and countless corpses were piled up.

Ye Ningxiang hadn't been on the street for a long time, she was afraid of corpses, blood, the evil of human nature was brought to the extreme because of the siege, and she was afraid of seeing neighbors who were close to each other killing each other.

For her, being able to stay in King Yi's Mansion in peace and wait for death with her beloved man is already a gift from God. Being able to see this stupid but extremely beautiful man every day, Ye Ningxiang still feels very happy and comfortable even if she is so hungry that her stomach turns over the river and the sea.

However, happiness and comfort always contain some worrying factors, such as her good sister Mo Xiaoqin. I don't know if it was because of being injured by the water of the bone pool, in the past five months, Mo Xiaoqin's body has deteriorated, her limbs have gradually become numb, she has lost control, and now it is extremely difficult to walk.

Regarding the abnormal change in Mo Xiaoqin's body, Mo Xiaoqin herself is calm and open-minded, but often comforts Ye Ningxiang not to worry about her.

Obviously it was winter, Wei Xun was still sweating profusely in single clothes, and ran into Mo Xiaoqin's room like lightning, panting, and said impatiently: "Xiaoqin, this is the new medicine I collected from the pharmacy in the city, it will help your condition, I will boil it for you!"

As he spoke, Wei Xun had already begun to look for a frying pan for boiling medicine.

Mo Xiaoqin struggled to get up with his hands on the wall, and walked to the embarrassed Wei Xun with heavy steps, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his crystal clear eyes were full of sadness.

"Brother Wei, don't bother about me anymore, I'm fine. ”

"You wait for me, the medicine will be cured soon. ”

"Why are you treating me so well?"

Why did he treat her so well? How should he answer?

He was her older brother, her long-lost brother, and he couldn't stand his sister's body failing day by day, her limbs stiffening day by day, and he couldn't stand his sister's rapid death at such an age.

He could not recognize her, but he couldn't stop saving her. Since Mo Xiaoqin's illness, he has traveled to every corner of Shuozhou City and searched for all the medicines that are beneficial to her condition. No matter how much suffering he went through, as long as he could cure his sister's illness, he would not hesitate to do so at the cost of his life.

"The rebels are attacking the city!"

The sudden shouting completely disrupted Wei Xun's thoughts, not only Wei Xun's, but everyone in the palace changed their faces, and the emotions they showed were expectation, fear, and more relief.

The situation of waiting for death in hunger and cold has finally been broken, and the final decisive battle has finally arrived.

Wei Xun didn't say too much, picked up his sword and rushed towards the city gate.

This is a battle that must be lost, and these men who have the world in mind and defend their families and the country resolutely plunged into the battle for the sake of righteousness.

Will those familiar figures, those resolute but smiling faces, be alive in front of her again? Will those sergeants who are even younger than Ye Ningxiang and are still children still have a chance to stand in front of her alive again?

When the banner is broken, when the raging fire spreads over the city wall, when the war drum is destroyed, when the iron armor pierces, these faithful beings should have been stained with blood, gathered into tens of thousands of heroic souls to enter the life with tragic steps.

When King Duan rode a tall horse and prepared to torture her and her friends in prison like playthings, she should have set the Yi Wang's Mansion on fire, and the pieces of white skin that could even pinch out of the water should have been burned to ashes.

Death, the death that she had been waiting for for five months was coming, and she was fearless, and the ladies of the palace were fearless, and even the people who had killed each other in the past. They are the subjects of the country, the people guarded by the city of Lin Shi, and it is better to live like a servile than to die with their heads held high.

On this day, the sunset left by the sunset was as red as blood, cruelly hanging in the sky not far away, as if telling this scene of desperate parting.

After a fierce battle, such a group of people walked into the bleak Shuozhou City. The armor on his body was tattered, the long knife in his hand was dripping with blood, and his dark face was stained with blood of different shades.

This group of people, heroes with faith and great love, thought they were going to bury their bones in the battlefield, but now they are like a long black river, rushing through the streets of Shuozhou, showing an indelible power.

Thankfully, they're still alive. Surrounded by hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, these people who were desperately rescued by their companions are still alive, and they still have the faith to sacrifice for their country, and they still have the determination to fight against the odds.

On the other side of the street, old and weak women and children stood there in a neat and orderly manner at some point. In their hands there was one more vessel for holding things, some large and some small, some high and some low, but there was only one thing in the vessel, reed flower wine.

A glass of reed wine per person is given to these dying lives. The last glass of Luhua wine is the last wish of the people.

From now on, Shuozhou will no longer be an isolated city, because Shuozhou will no longer be a city.

From now on, the people and the soldiers who drank will never drink again, because they are dead.

From now on, there will be no more Luhua wine in Shuozhou, there will be no more people who drink alcohol, and people will no longer drink alcohol.

Luhua wine, which should be spicy and sweet, hides infinite bitterness at the moment, as if tens of thousands of tears are fused into the wine, and just a light sniff can make people fall into infinite grief.

The streets of Shuozhou City have never been quiet, as if these people who stop on the streets have become transparent existences. Thousands of words turn into bitter wine, compatible with everyone's body, and thousands of feelings are transmitted in everyone's eyes and penetrate into everyone's heart.

Silence is better than sound, and silence is better than a thousand words.

The banners on the city walls were broken, the heavy war drums were broken, and the hard iron armor was pierced, but they were still alive and could still fight to the end with all their might.

Even if things change, even if the sky falls apart, even if they have lost everything, as long as they still have faith, as long as they still have a life, they can still fight to the death.

"Warriors. ”

Lin Shicheng's words shattered the silence in front of him. He raised his head, his eyes showing indestructible emotion, standing like a sculpture in the cold wind, making people's fragile and helpless hearts no longer waver in an instant.

"The time has come to fight to the death. Shuozhou will win!"

In an instant, the hand rose, the cup fell, and a series of jingling sounds resounded on the land of the entire Shuozhou City, which was extremely tragic and magnificent.

"Leaving the country will win! Shuozhou will win!"

(Order a big song of the river map and give it to everyone with a full bottle of wine, the music starts ~ Sprinkle flowers, applaud! Love you!)