It was said that it was a temporary retreat for a few days, but in fact, Xu Mu counted the days and found that at least six or seven days had passed.
The city gate is still not open, and the commotion outside the official residence still has not subsided.
Even Li Xiaowan, who had a mysophobia, couldn't care less. Every day with two black and swollen eyes, she kept climbing to the end of the courtyard of Guanfang, hoping that the refugees would retreat soon.
"The sick horse in Zhuangzi is going to die." Si Hu sighed, "I wonder what delicious food Xiniang will cook today, and whether my sister-in-law has grilled the fish."
Xu Mu was even more concerned about Si Hu than Qi Si Hu. For the past two days, Jiang Caiwei's thin figure was always looming in front of his eyes.
Fortunately, when we entered the city, the entire Xujiazhuang was already like a small fortress. As long as Chen Sheng didn't act stupid, there shouldn't be any big problems.
"Boss! Ma Guaizi noticed that I'm waiting!" Zhou Zunzong hurriedly ran in from outside, his sword already unsheathed and held tightly in his hand.
"Last night, some stickmen chased me near the official square and discovered the lights in the official square."
Xu Mu frowned.
To be honest, he really doesn't want to settle old scores with Ma Guaizi now.
"Master Xu, what should we do now?"
"Take up arms!"
Even if it is other people, Ma Guaizi will not let them go.
"Zhou Zun and Zhou Luo, you two climb up to the tile roof. If a fight breaks out, shoot your bow immediately."
When Zhou Zun and Zhou Luo were choosing weapons, they were very smart and each chose an iron bow and hung it on his body.
"Brother Mu, what about me?" Si Hu took off his long saber and made a loud sound.
"You go and get the horse. The rest of you, those with eggs, please go out too."
In the official residence, there are also women such as Zhou Fu's family members and Li Xiaowan. If Ma Guaizi leads someone to break in, the end will be tragic.
Boom.
Zhou Fu walked the fastest, calmly raised his hand and pushed open the official gate.
Xu Mu raised his head and looked ahead coldly. As Zhou Zun said, it was indeed Ma Guaizi who was coming, followed by twenty or thirty stickmen dressed in different styles.
Some were bare-chested, some were wearing women's phoenix robes, some had stolen green robes from the theater, and some were actually wearing camp army robes and armor.
Most of them held iron swords in their hands.
Ma Guaizi was lame, sitting on a carriage, wearing a rich melon-skin hat crookedly, and at least four or five swords fastened to his waist.
A girl with her face covered in red rouge, obviously frightened and frightened, put on a pleasing smile and wrapped around Ma Guaizi's body like a flower snake.
Xu Mu recognized that this girl was the daughter of a wealthy businessman from the Zhang family. The original owner drank a few more glasses of wine and only made a few teasing remarks before being beaten to death on the spot.
Now, she has become the concubine of Ma Guaizi.
"Brother Mu——" Ma Guaizi turned his head, his face filled with morbid madness, and the surprise in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes.
"Brother Mu, hahaha!"
Ma Guaizi shivered, and the daughter of the Zhang family immediately jumped out of the carriage in panic, crawled her fragile body to the ground, and let Ma Guaizi drag his lame leg across his back and slowly walked down.
"Brother Mu, you see, I am like an emperor now."
Ma Guaizi raised his hands, his arms were covered with jewels and jewels.
"I'm happy to see Brother Mu again. I've told you before that you can't escape with three swords and six holes."
"Madman." Xu Mu spat out the word coldly.
"Brother Mu is angry! Brother Mu is angry! Everyone, let's catch Brother Mu, steam him in a steamer, and then throw him outside the city for the refugees to chew! How about that!"
Behind Ma Guaizi, twenty or thirty people kept making sickly noises.
"Si Hu." Xu Mu gritted his teeth.
In an instant, a figure riding a fierce horse rushed out of the official hall. Before the two stick men who were closer could move, they were cut to pieces by Si Hu's long saber, and they retreated howling.
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After taking a few steps back, he fell to his death on the floor.
"Chop them! Chop Brother Mu and steam them!" Ma Guaizi screamed.
Twenty or thirty cud-dog men, like madmen, waved their weapons desperately and rushed towards them, shouting.
Zhou Zun and Zhou Luo, who were waiting on the roof of the tiles, coldly raised their iron bows and shot down the two stick men who were running ahead.
Si Hu brandished his long saber, as if he were in an uninhabited area, following the method taught by Xu Mu, he ran forward and detoured, and everywhere the long saber went, there were blood drops splashing out.
"Kill Brother Mu!"
Xu Mu pulled out his long sword with a calm expression. After avoiding the blow of a stickman's knife, he immediately thrust out the sword and smashed the stickman's shoulder.
Blood splashed out, turning his face red. After wiping it several times and opening his eyes again, there was already a bloody world in front of him.
The bloody city walls, the bloody streets, the bloody figures, and the bloody sky.
He slowly raised his sword and pointed angrily in the direction of Ma Guaizi.
Ma Guaizi was shocked. He had never seen Xu Mu look like this before, like a ghost begging for his life.
He dragged his lame leg back in a hurry, but accidentally bumped into the carriage.
"Mu Zaizi! Three swords and six holes! You can't escape! You can't escape! I am the emperor in Wangzhou City!"
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Xu Mu had no expression on his face as he pushed the long sword into Ma Guaizi's chest until it penetrated his back and hit the partition of the carriage.
"You, Xu Mu, are also a stickman... Do you think that you have made a bootlegging, and you are different! You are just like a rotten dog! You are a dirty person!"
"There are three million stick men and three million cud dogs! Shepherd! You are a dog too!"
Xu Mu coldly drew out his long sword, Ma Guaizi bulged his eyes, and blood spurted out from his mouth, spraying onto Xu Mu's body, turning him completely into a bloody man.
After sheathing his long sword, Xu Mu silently raised his head and stood on the street of Xiaosha. The future was uncertain, but the precarious situation in front of him was enough to make people fall deeply into it.
"Boss, everyone ran away!"
Zhou Zun and Zhou Luo had already jumped down from the tile roof, and Si Hu also returned to his horse, crossing with his long saber, dripping blood all the way.
"The waiter is dead." Zhou Fu said in pain, holding his injured arm.
As for Fan Gu and Wang Yun, they only used iron rods and stabbed them from a distance, but nothing happened.
The remaining dozen or so stick men had already dispersed after finding out that Ma Guaizi was dead, and the daughter of the Zhang family was also taken away.
The huge Wangzhou City seemed to have suddenly become dead silent again. Only the refugees could be heard shouting from time to time across the city wall.
"Brother Mu, what is that?"
Just as he was about to walk back to the official residence, Xu Mu turned his head after hearing Si Hu's words.
In an instant, the whole person was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Wolf, the smoke is rising!" Zhou Fu's voice trembled violently, "Three streaks, three streaks of wolf smoke, are the signals that the Di people are about to attack the city!"
"Impossible, the Beidi people are seven hundred miles away from Wangzhou." Zhou Zun said in a deep voice.
Seven hundred miles, even a horseback attack would take two or three days. Moreover, there is also the Dingbian Camp. The role of the Dingbian Camp is to resist the southern invasion of the Beidi people.
"Could it be that... all the eight Dingbian camps are ruined?"
Zhou Fu's words caused everyone present to fall into an unknown panic.
The muffled horn trombone sounded again in an instant, accompanied by the frightened and angry shouts of the camp troops.
The first wave of arrow rain came from a distance from the city head in the north.
The hundreds of battalions standing at the gates of the city were shot into sieves before they had time to escape.
"Defend the city!"
A captain on horseback, passing by Guanfang Street, suddenly pulled out his long sword, his voice filled with unspeakable horror.
The Di people did not surrender their troops. This was the consensus of almost all Ji people. As long as the Beidi people defeated Wangzhou, what would follow would definitely be an indiscriminate massacre.
"Master, what should I do?" When the captain on horseback passed by, Zhou Zun's hand holding the sword began to tremble inexplicably.
Xu Mu frowned, raised his head, and looked at the figures of the battalion soldiers rushing towards the north of the city.
Under the general situation, they are like ants, how difficult it is to beg for their lives and survive.
"Brother Mu, the old official ran over with his sword in hand!"
Xu Mu was startled, then looked forward and saw a rickety figure stumbling towards the north gate with a simple knife in his arms.
His forehead was still wrapped in newly replaced linen cloth.
"I was twenty-four that year. I carried a three-foot simple sword, wore bright clothes and an angry horse. I sat under the city gate and looked at the twenty thousand people who were like pigs and dogs!"
The staggering and hunched figure was still walking forward. The soldiers who were also rushing to the north city gate were shocked when they saw the old officer and made way for a passage.
Xu Mu's eyes turned red, he gritted his teeth and chased forward.
When they caught up to the North City Gate, they found that the old official was already gasping for air and walking up the city wall with his knife in his hand.
"It's pity that I have gray hair early. I'm not like the young man who was wild and arrogant at that time, leading Huang Qingcang."
"Senior!" Xu Mu raised his head and shouted angrily.
The old official seemed not to have heard anything. He stepped over the corpses and broken arrows on the wall and stumbled to the edge of the urn.
Then, with a "clang" sound, he took out the rusty knife in his hand, and let the strong wind on the city wall blow away the gray feather hat on his head.
He bulged his eyes, glared down, and tried to swing the rusty knife twice. He was panting like an ox and leaned against the wall in embarrassment.
"Recalling the mountains and rivers of our era, the borders were once strong and the Great Wall could not fall. The seven million warriors of the era, wielding halberds and wearing armor, swallowed thousands of miles like fierce tigers."
Under the city wall, the camp troops rushing to the north city gate all had sad expressions on their faces.
Xu Mu raised his face and looked at the figures on the city wall. For the first time, he had a different feeling. He felt a stronger closeness to his wife, Si Hu, and the entire Daji world.
He finally understood that he was not a countryless person.
He is a chronicler.
Ji Ren’s little boss at Sitong Old Racecourse, Ji Ren’s husband of his maid’s wife Jiang Caiwei, and Si Hu’s Ji Ren’s brother.
"Do you dare to fight?" On the city wall, the old official's beard and hair were spread out, and the rusty knife in his hand was raised high.
Thousands of arrows were shot at him, piercing every inch of his body.
The old officer survived.
Standing with a rusty knife in his hand, he raised his head slightly and stared at the dusk in the distance. The afterglow spread out and burned every inch of the country.
"Climb the city! Kill all the Di dogs!" Under the city gate, the captain on horseback suddenly turned red, raised his sword and shouted.
Three thousand battalions rushed to the north city, their robes and armor and halberds reflected bursts of cold light, and in an instant, they roared one after another.