Men kept pouring out of the houses on both sides, all looking panic-stricken.
The moonlight fell to the ground, the ice exploded, and the entire Kuanzhou suddenly turned into a wasteland. People and houses became fragments under the fire and could be razed to the ground at any time.
The sound of landslides and ground cracking lasted for a quarter of an hour, and Kuanzhou fell silent again, leaving only the restless crowd looking at each other.
On Shishi Street, I couldn't bear to wait for some oil to boil, but the lights outside Shishi Street were brightly lit. Amid this unusual movement, one family after another went to the street to inquire about the news. The news was like a tide, and finally it reached Shishi Street.
The war has begun!
A group of familiar Qiang people who had long surrendered to the city walked across the frozen glacier and sneaked into the fort. They joined forces with Jin Lu to attack the fort. The fort was caught off guard. Seeing the menacing attack of Jin Lu, Bao Zhai used the rare and precious gunpowder Zhentian Lei in desperation.
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This gunpowder got its name because it sounded like thunder, and the flames shot up into the sky. The heat wave could lift half an acre of land, and people and horses were smashed to pieces.
The border has been peaceful for so long that everyone in Kuanzhou City thought it was a peaceful and prosperous time, completely forgetting that there was an enemy country outside the fortress.
Suddenly hearing about the fighting, everyone stared and said nothing. After a while, the crowd burst into loud voices, making this supposedly silent night become shockingly noisy.
Wu Jin's heart was in his throat, and he froze in place for a long time. Suddenly he stretched out his left hand, pushed aside the crowd, and ran towards the south gate.
Before reaching the south gate, he saw a group of people riding out of the city, whipping their whips quickly, parting the crowd like a sea, and heading towards Jeju.
Whispering sounds continued, coming from the mouths of those who knew and those who did not know.
"It's from the residence of Ambassador Mo Jiedu."
"It should be to pick up the soldiers lent to Jeju."
"Is the war over?"
Wu Jin listened to the "buzzing" sound around him, and suddenly thought of a poem in his mind: "Like the fire pomegranate mountain collapsing into the blue clouds."
Just this sentence, before the Dragon Boat Festival this year, he helped Zhao Shiheng carry the sunflower painting fan in Mo Mansion and presented it to Wang Yunsheng, the prefect.
This poem should be written today!
How could Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng have predicted that there would be a war so early and reminded Wang Zhizhou to prepare early, unless they were the ones who started this war and this provocation!
Why should we lightly start the border provocation?
All the doubts in his mind suddenly connected together, and he vaguely guessed the inhuman behavior involved.
Mo Qianlan secretly replaced one hundred elite soldiers with his own, so he left the soldiers in Heshan County under the pretext of suppressing bandits and searching for autumn grain. He also used the war as an opportunity to send these one hundred elite soldiers into the chaotic fort.
go.
As for how Mo Qianlan could completely conceal the identities of these one hundred people, he still couldn't figure it out for the moment.
Thoughts flashed through him one after another, and Wu Jin turned into a clay sculpture. It was not until the crowd around him dispersed that he numbly walked towards Shishi Street.
He walked all the way into the house as if he was out of his body, and saw that his father and mother Wu had already lit the oil lamp, waiting for him to come back.
"Boss," Wu's mother saw that he was unconscious and people were still in a daze when they came to her, "Boss! What's wrong?"
Wu Jin shuddered suddenly and regained his consciousness.
He told Wu's father and mother about the war in a few words, and they were also startled. They were relieved to learn that they were in the fort and had not invaded the city.
Wu's mother saw that Wu Jin looked wrong, and just wanted to go up and take a look, but Wu Jin had already returned to her room.
He turned around and closed the door tightly, his back pressed against the door, and his whole body slipped down. He sat on the cold ground, stunned to the point of losing his countenance, and his heart felt indescribably painful and heavy.
He thought that the disputes in the court were just intrigues and intrigues, but he was wrong.
Big mistake.
He raised his head and thought to himself: "That's too cruel."
Early the next morning, the streets were full of people. Almost all the people in Kuanzhou City came out in full force. Qiang acquaintances were interrogated like never before. Everyone had fear on their faces. Wu Jin came out carrying the sealed small porcelain jar.
After leaving the house, head to Mo Mansion.
He knocked on the corner door, walked from the back garden to Jiusixuan as usual, sat in the flower hall, placed the small porcelain vat on the table, and asked Qi Chang to invite Zhao Shiheng.
Cheng Ting followed closely behind and also arrived at Jiusixuan. When he saw Wu Jin, he was overjoyed: "Wu Jin!"
The artillery fire last night did not frighten him. He is a not very shrewd dude and cannot handle family affairs well, let alone state affairs.
The reason why he came was because Cheng Taishan was upset when he heard about the war, and when he saw him rolling around on the bed acting coquettishly at Mrs. Cheng's place, he immediately got so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast, so he slapped him with his hand and wanted to beat him.
When Cheng Ting saw the smoke coming from Cheng Taishan's seven orifices, he immediately fled out and fled all the way to Jiusixuan, where he planned to take refuge and have breakfast.
Facing Wu Jin, he took off the fine silk Tang scarf on his head, revealing his steaming head: "Why are you here? Isn't your hand not healed yet? Thanks to you, I am also on holiday.
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He is an embellishment of Jiusixuan. Mo Lingfeng has a bruised face and cannot go to school. Wu Jin has a broken arm and cannot go to school. Zhao Shiheng has no intention of teaching him alone.
"No." Wu Jin reluctantly replied.
Cheng Ting reached out and touched his forehead: "It's not hot, why are you so listless? Did you get scared last night?"
He sat down and shouted loudly to others to go to the kitchen to get breakfast: "What's so scary about that?"
He was born and raised in a time of peace, and was uneducated and empty-headed. He did not know the cruelty and horror of war. He only knew that fortresses with strong walls and high walls and deep ditches must be indestructible, so there was no need to worry.
Having said that, he saw that Wu Jin's face was still very bad, as if he was lost, and he couldn't help but be surprised - Wu Jin had always been very calm, and he didn't show too much sadness even after breaking his arm. What happened today?
He put away his chatter, looked at the rough little porcelain jar on the table, thought about it, got up and went out to find Mo Lingfeng.
Wu Jin shivered after he left.
The winter in Jiusixuan is different from the cold wind elsewhere.
The wind rises from the ground, is born from the giant shadows cast by ancient trees, and flows down from the ancient roof ridges, interweaving and mixing, passing through the brackets, blowing over the colorful paintings, getting into the pavilion door, and sticking to Wu Jin's body.
Wu Jin felt chilled from the inside out.
At this time, he still wanted to get an explanation from Zhao Shiheng so that he could continue to mix in this Jiusixuan that would never see the light of day.
There was a brazier next to the table, and the big yellow dog was lying beside the brazier, content and free from worries. He sat stiffly for a long time, then stretched out his hand and put it on top of the brazier, slowly warming it up.
At this time, Zhao Shiheng came.
Wu Jin stood up and bowed: "Sir."
Zhao Shiheng waved his hand and sat on the other side, then motioned for him to sit down. Qi Chang came in with tea, and the aroma of tea and heat separated the two of them.
Wu Jin drank half a cup of tea, separated the two lips, teeth, and tongue that were stuck together, and then spoke: "Sir, it's like a fire and a mountain of pomegranates collapsing into blue clouds. Is that fire the fire from last night?"
Zhao Shiheng knew that Wu Jin would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect him to come so quickly. He put down the tea cup and said without hiding it: "Yes, you are very smart."
Wu Jin opened the corners of his mouth and smiled, which was uglier than crying.
"Students still have doubts. Even if those 100 elite soldiers took advantage of the chaos to enter the battlefield, their appearance on the military rolls is completely wrong. How can they hide it?"