The night is gradually getting dark. For the people on the city top, tonight should be a very dangerous night.
Every few dozen steps, a large cauldron was set up on the top of the city. The firewood under the cauldron was never extinguished, and the kerosene in the cauldron was always available for use.
Although the torches on the top of the city can't really shine too far at night like this, with the moonlight appearing and disappearing above the head, it can basically guarantee that no one will climb up the city wall and nothing will happen.
Known.
Wu Sangui leaned against the city wall doing nothing, watching the two young men assigned to him add firewood from time to time. He was supposed to go down to rest tonight, and it would be his turn to go up to the top of the city with a small flag tomorrow morning, but, probably
The scenes during the day kept stimulating him. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he simply went to the top of the city to take over his rotating flag.
It's a pity that we didn't see the Firearms Battalion take action today. In fact, if the Firearms Battalion really wanted to take action, it would cause a panic on top of the city, and those unarmed refugees would be defeated all the way away.
He thought with some sadness. Considering that the firearms battalion did not carry much supplementary supplies such as gunpowder and pellets, it seemed that this approach was correct. Good steel should always be used on the blade.
Moreover, in his opinion, this is not a war at all, this is simply playing house! The firearms camp that Nanhaiwei spent so much money to train is really a waste to use it in this place.
The two young men who were adding firewood suddenly stopped adding firewood and looked towards him.
"What's wrong!"
"Wu Xiaoqi, there seems to be something moving under the city!"
Wu Sangui picked up the spear beside him and rushed out. He leaned against the crenel and carefully looked down. The young man next to him had also taken out a wooden ladle, ready to pour the boiling oil at any time.
"People above, please don't do anything. I am Li Zicheng, the commander of Yinchuan Station. I have urgent military information to report to Yan'an Mansion!"
An obviously lowered voice came from below, as if they were afraid of disturbing the refugees in the distance. The two young men looked at Wu Xiaoqi and asked with their eyes whether they should spill the kerosene in his hand.
Wu Sangui waved his hand and asked in a low voice: "Do you know where Yinchuanyi is?"
The two young men shook their heads in confusion, "It sounds like they should be soldiers from the Imperial Post Station!"
Wu Sangui leaned out slightly. It was dark under the city wall, and the man seemed to be hiding in the moat, shouting upwards.
He took out the burning firewood and threw it downwards. He heard a splash below. Under the firelight, the figure was so frightened that he rolled and crawled. When he realized that there was not a ladle of hot oil above his head, he
His body shape is also clearly revealed.
The sentry near Wu Sangui on the top of the city also noticed the movement here. Several people ran over in a hurry, and someone even asked directly: "Wu Xiaoqi, do you want to warn?"
"Need not!"
What they saw was someone below, but what Wu Sangui could see more clearly was that there was only one person below, and there was no large group of refugees hiding their whereabouts. Wu Sangui also believed that if there were really many refugees below, they were not training.
It is absolutely impossible for a well-trained army to maintain this level of silence.
Of course, the more important thing is that in his understanding, except for a soldier like him who comes from a general family, eats and drinks well, and exercises for many years, he can barely see the figures and movements in the distance clearly at night, and
Not to mention the refugees who were dying of hunger, it was just ordinary officers and soldiers. It was basically impossible to have the same eyesight as him at night.
Since you can't see anything, let alone a silent night attack.
"Don't worry, let's see what's going on!" He waved his hand decisively: "There's only one person down there, so there's no need to panic everyone!"
He stretched out his body and shouted to the people below: "Do the people below have identity documents? Who knows if you are a spy for a bandit, and you are here to mess with the morale of our army!"
After all, Wu Sangui was just a small flag. In the time it took to shout, hundreds of households patrolling the city wall had already discovered the problem here. And soon, the man under the city wall, regardless of whether he had identity documents or not, threw a thick rope down, and the city
The soldiers above seemed to be fishing, and finally caught the man.
By the time Jiang Wan saw this person, it was almost half an hour later. Before that, this person had been thoroughly searched and interrogated several times. Feng Wanli could not be sure whether this person was
To be honest, I might as well send it to Jiang Wan and ask him to make a decision.
"You said your name is Li Zicheng, and you are the postman of Yinchuan Station!"
Jiang Wan looked at the person in front of him with interest. When he heard the name, he almost jumped out of bed and rushed out without even putting on his shoes.
"Famous, like thunder!"
This was probably what Jiang Wan felt when he heard this name, but the dark and thin little man in front of him with a cunning look in his eyes was really the man he knew who wore a felt hat and rode majestically.
Did Gaotou Da immediately put an end to King Li Chuang of the Ming Dynasty?
The man looked at Jiang Wan, his eyes flickering, and finally he nodded hesitantly.
"No, you're not!" Jiang Wan smiled immediately when she saw his appearance: "Yinchuanyi was abolished by the imperial decree at the beginning of this year. You can't be from Yinchuanyi, and even if you are
You are really from Yinchuanyi, and you are definitely not Li Zicheng!"
There was a look of astonishment on the man's face. This man, who seemed to be a high-ranking official of the imperial court, denied his identity, which made him unable to say a word of what he was about to say next.
Since even his identity is fake, then no matter what he says, it will be fake. Naturally, there is only one end: he will be chopped off with a knife and hung on the top of the city to blow the wind.
"How dare you lie to us!" Feng Wanli smiled ferociously and rolled up his sleeves: "How do you want to die?"
"Your Majesty, you have a clear lesson! Your Majesty, you have a clear lesson!" Bu Zhanni knelt on the ground with a decisive pop: "The villain is indeed not Li Zicheng, the postman of Yinchuan Station, but the villain is indeed following the elder brother Li Zicheng. This time he risked his life to come to the city.
The summons was also sent by Brother Li Zicheng to tell the thieves something!"
"I'm just telling you!" Jiang Wan let out a long sigh of relief. If Li Zicheng was really so wretched and insignificant, it would be a bit ruinous, but...
"You said that Li Zicheng is now among the refugees outside the city. Did he instigate these refugees to gather together?" Jiang Wan suddenly reacted, and the smile on his face suddenly froze, "Let me be clear, I can't explain clearly.
Cut off your head and say, Li Zicheng sent you here, what do you want to say to me?"
"Sir, it's like this..." Bu Zhanni swallowed hard, looked at the court official who suddenly changed his face in front of him, and started to speak slowly.