Rustling.......

The drizzle washed over the forest, puddles accumulated on the mud road, the raindrops fell on the water surface, causing ripples in circles, and suddenly the sound of 'whooshing' water sounded, splashing along with the mud, and the horses' hooves set off the mud and rushed past.

In the lead green rain curtain, several horses galloped wildly in the rain, along the mud road stepped out by countless footsteps under their feet, and the direction that extended was the valley county, more than 100 miles for the soldiers who were good at riding horses, and the cultivators, but it was only half an hour.

Chen Fu and Chen Jing's master and apprentice caught up with the 20,000 people led by Cao Shouren, got off the horse, walked through the rear, and the people around shouted that the horses were neighing, and the recruited people carried the armor and siege equipment in batches.

When he came to the Chinese army, looking at the army array, the guns and spears were lined up, reflecting a cold, Chen Jing looked at the city wall, and stopped talking, however, the old man next to him stepped forward and opened his mouth first.

"This city has the heart to fight to the death, then fulfill them, General Cao! ”

The general named Cao Shouren rode on a blue and black horse, caressing the restless war horse, his eyes were firmly fixed on the city more than 30 zhang away in front of him, and on the stretching city wall, the soldiers guarding the city had erected their shields, and behind the shields, many people could be seen running back and forth, and their shouts could be faintly heard.

This black and strong man turned out to be just the head of the guards in the palace of the Chen Dynasty, and he won the trust of the first emperor Chen Shubao, and took back the concubines and princes who came back from visiting relatives, and got a little capital for promotion, but unfortunately it happened to be a bad time, and overnight, the old country was gone.

After that, he opened the palace gate and surrendered, gritted his teeth and started all over again, with his superb martial arts, he finally had a little capital, and he became a small school in Wantong County, originally thinking that it would be such a great achievement in this life.

In those days, he couldn't sleep all night, sat up and looked at the bronze mirror, between the thick beards and hairs reflected, there were some white traces, clenched fists, after all, slammed on the table, picked up the treasure knife hanging on the wall, put on armor, and attacked the city gate overnight with his henchmen......

'People are in a hurry for decades, and they can't have regrets and bury them in the earth, even if they are shrouded in horse leather!'

His eyes swept across the distant city wall, the hand stroking the mane of the war horse was withdrawn, and he slowly held the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Banner hunting, under the banner of 'Cao' and 'Chen', above the restless war horse, Cao Shouren pulled out the blade of the knife little by little, and the snow-white and cold knife face slowly lifted up from his hand in the raindrops.

"Herald!"

At a certain moment, the sword was slashed.

The voice was majestic and resounded through the array: "-Siege!!"

The knight who gave the order urged his horse to gallop and passed the order along the phalanx, and on both sides of the Chinese army, the soldiers on the carriage, heard the cry of the herald, waved their arms and beat the war drums.

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of drums continued, and after crossing the city wall where countless figures were running, there was a wet street of blue bricks, and the pedestrians hurried away in a panic, and the shops drove away the customers, and quickly closed the door of the store, and the man who poked his head out, glanced at it, and was pulled in by his wife behind him, and slammed the door into it, and plugged in the door bolt.

The wind was loud, and every household began to close their doors and windows, and it was difficult to see a single person on the street.

In Zhou's house, the rain was dripping from the eaves, the lights lit up in the study were swaying, and the old man who was writing the letter vaguely heard something and stopped writing.

At the door, a servant stumbled past the eaves of the porch, and was stopped by the old servant in charge, standing by the door, panting and pointing out.

"Old ...... Master, something is wrong, ...... Calling from outside. ”

The old servant who stopped this person looked at Zhou Yao in the study worriedly, the latter's face was not very good-looking, his lips were pursed and he was silent, and his long beard was trembling slightly.

After a moment, the old man put down the brush, put aside the inkstone, stood up, looked at the books and bamboo slips neatly stacked on the shelves in the room, took the pear wood cane leaning against it, and walked out of the door.

"Master, what are you doing here?!"

The old servant followed, shouted, and waved his other hand at the standstill servant, who reacted, spread his legs, and ran towards the backyard.

Zhou Yao ignored the servant's shouts and walked to the front yard, the voice from afar became clearer and clearer, as a former scholar of the Chen Dynasty Denglong Pavilion, the sound of war drums could still be distinguished.

“...... They kept saying that the Chen Dynasty people were good at fighting, and how many Chen people died directly and indirectly in their hands. ”

The crutches in his hand slammed heavily on the ground.

"Not a son of man!!"

Immediately, he called the old servant to prepare the carriage, and asked people to run to inform the scholars in the city, and the old wife who came from the backyard came to stop him, and was pushed away by the old man.

Zhou Yao climbed into the car and struggled to stand up straight, opening in anger and trembling at the lips.

"What Uncle Hua dares to do, the old man also dares to do, the world is finally peaceful in Kyushu, how can you let these ants and insects peck !!"

Someone in the family rushed out of the courtyard gate to stop the carriage, but the old woman reached out to stop it, she watched the car drive away, then slowly put down her hand, took a breath, straightened her back, and scolded with a smile with red eyes: "Old thing." ”

He turned around and waved his cane at the surrounding housekeepers and maids.

"What are you doing with a sad face, your master is doing the right thing! You should be happy! Give me a smile!"

The street leading to the West Side.

The carriage drove through the wet long street, Zhou Yao listened to the sound of war drums in front of him, opened the curtain and looked at the street scene, it was already empty, from time to time there were soldiers on horseback who would pass by, and when he saw the carriage stopped for inspection, he saw the old man sitting in the car, and then let him go.

"Master, here ..... It's here. ”

The coachman's trembling voice sounded outside, and he stopped in the carriage fifty feet away from the west city gate, and the old man lifted the curtain, and came down on crutches with the help of the coachman.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Yao looked at the city gate where the soldiers and horses were gathered, and slowly passed step by step, after forty or fifty steps, he panted, and the county guard of the city gate organized the people to carry the equipment and stones to defend the city.

"Ouch, Master Zhou, why are you here?!"

The old man nodded at him, and said, "Old man, come and see what the thieves who plague the people look like!" and walked past the county guard and walked up to the city wall.

The passing soldiers stopped, and their panicked faces saw an old man in regular clothes come up, and the expression on his face was stunned for a moment.

"An old man....... Who is that?"

"Hey, isn't this Old Master Zhou, he is the best friend of that uncle. ”

"Really, I've heard of it, but I can't imagine seeing a real person today. ”

"I also said that it seems that Qixia Mountain Lu Lang was also his bachelor back then. ”

On the city wall, walking past the group of soldiers who were talking in a low voice, the old man came behind the shield-wielding soldier, patted the other party's shoulder, and looked at the leaden rain curtain outside.

In the sound of drums, several phalanxes slowly pushed in, there are cloud ladders are slowly erected, and the archers defending the city here are also holding arrows at this time, and in the shouts of the generals, they are all in unison, and they are raised high to the sky.

The old man was immersed in this golden iron breath for a moment, overlooking the army pushed by the black pressure outside, his long beard shook away, and his voice was no longer majestic, and in this moment of silence, the roar resounded.

"Wait, rebel thief—"