Some voices of disputing rang out at one end of the wall, but it quickly subsided.

The reason for the dispute was that a scribe in the city and a student insisted on walking on the city walls.

The scribe's name was Cui Huai, a native born on the banks of the Huai River, and his official rank was so low that he was not enough to support his family, and most of his income was from teaching at home.

He wrote very well in one hand, and was quite famous in Zhongli City, and many illiterate people often asked him for help if they wanted to write letters to their families, and he guided the engraving and printing of some story books in the city bookstore in his spare time, which were loved by adults and children in the city.

He wrote letters on behalf of others for almost no money, at most some for paper and ink, and many of the soldiers in the city had asked him for help, but now he was stopped from walking, but the soldiers who knew him in ordinary times thought that a scribe like him might kill him if he came to such a place.

However, this Cui Huai insisted, those sergeants blocked a few words and saw that it was useless, so a few people held shields to protect him, these sergeants listened to it in a trance, and knew that this scribe wanted to truthfully record the course of this battle.

These sergeants thought that this would be beneficial to Wang Chaozong and others, after all, Wang Chaozong and others had mutiny and seized military power, and with such a scribe writing a book, at least those powerful people in the court could also figure out what was going on.

What these sergeants were thinking about was the future in case Chaozong and the others survived.

But the scribe had no luck in his heart.

He was also very aware of the situation in the city, and at this time, looking at the dense Northern Wei army on the other side of the river, he felt that the generals and sergeants who were defending the city would eventually die here.

The more he thought like this, the more he looked at Lin Yi and the others, and the more he was filled with deep respect.

One of the scholars who followed him was his student Xie Yu, who was only about the same age as Lin Yi and the others, white-skinned, thin, and looked restrained, but there was not much fear in his eyes.

"Look carefully, listen carefully. ”

Cui Huai looked at the remains of those Southern Dynasty sergeants who were cleaned up not far away, and whispered to the students behind him: "You should remember what I said when I asked you to study with me instead of joining the army. ”

"Students remember. Xie Yu looked at the bloody remains, his fists kept clenching, and he said softly: "Sir, you told me that I was born thin and weak, that is, I have a warm blood, and when I go to the battlefield, I may not be able to kill an enemy and be killed, but sometimes pen and ink also have different powers, paper is white, ink is black, as long as we scholars put pen to paper, as long as it is a true record, it has become a historical fact." ”

"People are humble and low, and the lower their status, their words are often not taken seriously, but the readers write books and write biography differently. On the contrary, not many people listened to the words of those powerful people, and not many people believed them. Cui Huai smiled, but his face became cold, "If everyone here dies, someone needs to tell the world who is righteous and who is cowardly." As for right and wrong, let the world judge. ”

Usually his teacher has told enough truths, Xie Yu naturally agreed, he just nodded vigorously again.

"Heroes like General Wang and General Lin, their stories cannot be buried. Cui Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "You and I each write what we have seen and heard, and when I have a manuscript of mine, I will press it under the stone furnace behind the statue of the land temple in the city, as for you, I will tell your seventh uncle that he will send you out from the south culvert at night." ”

"What!"

Xie Yu had been listening quietly, but when he heard this, he was taken aback and suddenly raised his head.

"If you can't get into the night, the city will be broken, you can't go, then forget it, your seventh uncle is an old boatman, he was there when the culvert was repaired, if you get to the river, even he can't take you away, that's also the destiny of heaven." Cui Huai waved his hand and motioned for him not to say anything more.

Xie Yu's eyes suddenly turned red, he looked at his teacher's extremely resolute face, and finally couldn't speak, but when he bowed deeply, tears flowed down.

......

Just as the scholar was crying, the eyes of some iron-willed soldiers were also slightly red.

It's just that they are more experienced than this scholar, and they don't bow their heads, but look up.

In this way, the tears that are about to overflow their eyes will not flow easily.

There were some tents in the city, which were originally set up by the defenders of Zhongli City to be used by the reinforcements that came from time to time, but most of them were used to house the wounded.

These iron-willed soldiers were all generals who had been killed from Daoren City, and the person in front of them at this time was Jin Dong, the main general of Daoren City.

Jin Dong had many wounds on his body, but the most difficult one at this time was a small flying sword wound.

This wound was on his left rib, because the wound was just a thin red line, and not even much blood flowed out, so it didn't even attract their attention before, just like some inconspicuous wounds, it was simply bandaged.

However, at this time, they had already used the best medicine at hand, and even used True Yuan to help squeeze the wound inside, but they still couldn't stop the wound from flowing blood.

Some of the strange powers carried on this flying sword traced Jin Dong's bloodline upwards in the past few hours, tearing several important meridians nearby, and even several sharp sword qi were nailed into Jin Dong's internal organs like nails.

At this time, these nails are not pulled, and they are not pulled out.

If he doesn't pull it out, Jin Dong will die slowly like this, and if he pulls it out, his injuries may deteriorate instantly and die faster.

They are helpless, uncomfortable, and helpless.

But what made them choke up the most at the moment was that they all saw how Jin Dong fought bravely, but at this time Jin Dong was dying, but Daoren City had already been lost, maybe in the future, after even this place was lost, those people who were far away in Jiankang City might think that Jin Dong was as incompetent as those generals who were afraid of war.

This is the most unbearable in their hearts.

The shade of an acacia tree with pink flowers shrouds the exit of a nearby alleyway.

An old man walked out of the alley quietly.

He was dressed in a very ordinary linen robe, he looked very old, and the flesh and blood on his body seemed to have been eroded by the years, and he was extremely thin, but he wore a strange jade crown on his head.

This jade crown is an extremely unique clotted white jade, but it also has some natural blood lines, forming a texture like a cloud.

No one noticed when he arrived, but the moment such an old man appeared, it would naturally attract many people to realize.

"Senpai, are you?"

As he walked towards Jin Dong's tent, several generals saluted him with great vigilance and asked at the same time.

The old man didn't explain anything, he just waved his hand at the generals.

Just by simply waving their hands, there was an extraordinary momentum that made these generals tremble from the heart, but at the same time, they all naturally felt that this was the real elder greeting the junior.

They could all feel that this old man was naturally not an enemy from the Northern Wei Dynasty.