The wind rises in the north, all the way. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Zhi walked under the porch, passed through the porch door and turned to the room, followed by several henchmen, with a faint smile on their faces, and after stepping into the room, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled.

The door closes.

With a secret letter in his hand, the figure sat down behind the desk, and he carefully folded the letter and folded it in a drawer. The confidant eunuch next to him bowed forward and said flatteringly: "Hundred households... What a joy it is? Say it, and let the slaves and maids follow suit. ”

The fist that had been clenched loosened, Wang Zhi exhaled, and got up to look at them: "....Hai Qianhu sent a letter from there, saying that the overseer was building the Tower of Tongtian, and asked me to wait for a good life to take care of the north....Although it was only a few words, our family probably guessed that after the tower was completed, it would be the time when we waited for the merit to be complete..... at that time, the north was afraid that it had entered a harsh winter, and we could go back to Beijing to stand tall and be a man." ”

The sunlight shone in from outside the window, fell on his face, and he stood there for a long time, and then walked over the spot with his hands in his hands, and stood still among several people, hesitantly opening his lips slightly.

"General Huang has not been out of the door recently?"

"No, I went up to the city early this morning. Presumably some things have been figured out, after all, people from outside the gate are put in, once the source of the disease spreads, how can we be lucky behind us. ”

Wang Zhi snorted, closed his mouth tightly, and walked back and forth, "If it weren't for Qin Ming's sake, he would have been punished for the crime of neglecting military affairs, he is a gentleman, a general, how can he have the kindness of a woman." ”

"It's... Yes, Hyaknohe is right. ”

The words of the henchmen in the room were pandering, Wang Zhi nodded approvingly, and a smile crossed his cheeks,

Outside the house, the sun was blazing.

The sun is exposed, climbing on the city wall covered with black blood scale, the soldiers are patrolling with the sun, and at the end of the line of sight, there are clusters of black spots in the east and west, if you zoom in, you can see that it is in the fierce sun, and the surviving people near Datong gather there.

They watched from afar at the corpses that meandered from under the city gates, and flies and insects were flying and buzzing in the sky...... It has not rained in the north for half a month, the earth is dry and cracked, and the outbreak of the plague has already eaten the bark and grass roots that can gather here, and the only ones left are the same kind.

Among the sallow-faced refugees, the ragged people sat on the ground, still exposed to the scorching sun, and some fell, and soon they were quietly dragged away, never to be seen again. A large number of refugees gathered together in twos and threes to form a simple camp with their own bodies, standing or lying down, walking in the middle as if entering a wax museum, most of the faces of the people were numb and expressionless, and occasionally when there was a walking figure, their eyes would flash a little light.

The figure passed, did not stop, and the light dimmed.

"The news is coming... Which of you would dare to fight once?"

"Sitting here is waiting for death... It's better to give it a go. ”

"Is it reliable?"

"I don't know..... no one should make fun of our group, after all, there is nothing left, and there is only one worthless life left. ”

The sound spread among the refugees in fragments, some hesitated, some agitated, the sun was almost past noon, and dozens of cooking smoke rushed into the sky from the side of the city pass.

"They're cooking....there's something to eat....I can't stand it...."Among the people who were waiting to die, they sobbed in a low voice, "rather than starve to death.......to die of illness... Bitten to death by evil spirits... It is better to eat a bite of rice, and then go on the road with rice in your stomach..."

The figure sat up, grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground and stuffed it into its mouth.

"I'm going with you....I'm done—"

..........

Yanmen Pass.

On the city wall, the armored figure walked with a sword, the air was filled with the stench of decay, and outside the gate was a half-burnt black corpse.

Huang Xin held the hilt of the sword at his waist and stood behind the battlements on the city gate, looking down, there was still the corpse of Yu Qingyan, and the disgusting smell entered his nose.

The accompanying lieutenant explained: "This morning, several people rushed over like crazy, and were shot to death by the brothers, and the superintendent's fan made people sprinkle fire oil and burn it, but now the inventory is a little insufficient, so I don't dare to sprinkle too much, and now it has become like this." ”

"How much oil do we have, how many days can we last?" Huang Xin looked at the corpses under the city expressionlessly, and asked.

"I'm afraid it's not much, and I still need someone to ask, but if the lower officials understand, I'm afraid they can only hold on for a few days. But a new batch is already on the way. ”

"Send someone to urge more. ”

Huang Xin's eyes were downcast, and he didn't pay attention to the movement behind him, he looked straight at the crowd in the distance, and after a while, he retracted his gaze and slowly spoke to the deputy general beside him: "Before you came, there was originally a deputy general by the side of the general, but when the Jurchens attacked Yanmen, he died, so you can make up for this shortage." ”

“.....” The people next to him looked at him puzzled, and there was no sadness or joy on that face, not even a trace of expression.

Numb like a stone.

"....My brother, Qin Ming, the master of Yanmen Pass, died there. Huang Xin raised his hand and pointed to the distance directly opposite the city gate, "I died there..... almost killed the Jurchen Marshal, and then Lao Tzu regretted a little bit that he didn't tie him a little more of that palm thunder." He clenched his hands on the battlements, clenched into fists, and trembled.

"Do you know..... he died a righteous death, he became a hero, and I stayed here for him, standing on the head of the city every day, I saw him, I looked at him like a coward......"

"After the Jurchen went south, what was left behind along the way....he worked hard for the people, but in the end, I, Hanmin, were not driven away like pigs and dogs, and my wife and daughter were still spoiled by those beasts, although the country was saved, but the family was broken, and the family was gone...."

Huang Xin's tone was strange but he said it gently, as if he was saying it to the people behind him, and it was also like saying it to God.

"....Look at the people over there, look at the people who died under the wall, they are all defenseless people, we can't keep the city, should they be allowed to bear this sin? They also want to live, we have lost Datong, but they also have to live. ”

The fist slammed on the city wall, his eyes burned red, his thick beard was thick, and the green tendons suddenly appeared, and his heart seemed to hold back a wave of anger, "..... such a poisonous plan, do you have to use it on the heads of these defenseless people, watching them die....watching them drag the Jurchens into the plague, such a merit is used for a fart! Lao Tzu would rather fight with the Jin people with real knives and real guns, and it is cleaner than this." ”

On the city wall, the sun was shining, and the general stood behind him in confusion and horror, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart sprouting and growing, and his heels quietly moved back.

There was a sound of footsteps coming, and the deputy general turned his head, and there was a team of more than ten soldiers in his sight, and he hurriedly shouted to Huang Xin who was standing by the wall: "General... Checkmate... You can't do this....you can't do this... The gates cannot be opened. ”

Over there, the figure didn't move, just raised its arms.

"Take him down and lock him up, and no one can leak the news. ”

The escorted figure dragged on the city wall and struggled, and the voice was still shouting: "General... Zhen Sanshan....Huang Xin, you bastard..... you will kill more people....you can't open the city gate..."

After a few moments, the sound died out behind the city walls.

"A lot of people have died...."Huang Xin closed his eyes and said.

In the scorching sun, the breeze was blowing, and the people on the city walls seemed to have aged many years in an instant, "....so I can't die anymore." ”

PS: I'll be free tomorrow, so write more, in fact, the spring breeze also has difficulties, in terms of plot, the content is very large, and it has to be connected before and after, especially to write the demeanor and tone of each character, which takes a lot of time to imagine and portray.