Amid internal and external troubles, Lin Damei did not organize manpower to deal with the war, except for asking about the casualties of the epidemic every day.
Wu Yuanbin and Song Hao asked for help every day, but received no response. They were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
In the early morning of this day, the Qingyang Allied Forces crossed the river and quietly approached the city.
The flag was fluttering in the wind, the sound of killing was loud, and the war was about to break out.
"Sir!" Wu Yuanbin couldn't bear it anymore: "You have to make an idea immediately!"
"The last general is willing to lead the troops to meet the enemy!" Song Hao took a deep breath: "Even if he dies, he will not let the Kuizhou Prefecture look down upon him."
The two men's voices were like loud bells, Lin Zhi flicked his wrist, and the last stroke of the word "Jing" where the tip of his pen fell, meandered like an earthworm.
Lin Zhi frowned, stared at the awkward words and sighed: "What a pity."
"Sir!" Song Hao took a deep breath and suppressed his burning anger: "The troops are approaching the city. The enemy is in front of us. Please give the order to send troops immediately!"
"Send troops?" Lin Zhi glanced at him lightly: "Where are the troops?"
Song Hao......
I feel like my heart has been hurt.
"Cough." Wu Yuanbin covered his lips and coughed softly: "Although Kuizhou Prefecture's troops are weak, at this moment of life and death, we will wait..."
"Since you know you are weak, why don't you hide it? Do you think you don't want to die quickly enough? Or is it that your Kuizhou government doesn't have enough food and grass, so you need to die a few times to save food and grass?"
Song Hao...Wu Yuanbin...
Is it possible to beat this man to death?
Lu An was so excited when he saw it, it ruined Mr. Lin's interest in writing, but he still wanted to have a good one?
The last Yan Guan who argued with Mr. Lin in the court would have committed suicide long ago if his family had not been quick-sighted.
"Why do you have the ambition of others?" Song Hao's face turned red: "No matter how bad Kuizhou is, it still has a lot of passion. Even if I risk my life, I can't let the Qingyang army trample and humiliate me!"
"How much is your life worth?"
"You!" Song Hao was angry and pressed his fingers on the handle of the knife. His patience had reached its limit.
"If I let you die on the battlefield now, can I stop the Qingyang Army from trampling and humiliating you?"
Song Hao... died
He was so angry at Lin Zhi that he wanted to vomit blood, but he couldn't refute.
"Doing something you know you can't do is considered stupid!" Lin Zhi slowly laid out the new rice paper, dipped it in thick ink, and thought about what to write.
"According to your wishes, do we just sit back and wait for Qingyang and Rouran to attack?" Although Wu Yuanbin suppressed his anger, his voice was still like a roar.
Lin Zhi glanced at him: "This is what you said, not me."
Wu Yuanbin... died
Is it so difficult to speak politely to people?
"Lu An." Lin Zhi waved his pen, and then he wrote quietly.
This time the pen was sharp and powerful. Lin Zhi took a look and was very satisfied.
"Go and give the things Qiu Yi made to Song Dianshi."
"Okay."
Lu An walked into the inner room with a smile. He held a long box and handed it to Song Hao. Song Hao took it with a cold eyebrow, opened it and took a look, and he was shocked.
"This...this is..."
"There is a way to use it. Lord Song, hang this on the city gate. If Guo Qian dares to attack the city, I will take your name." Lu An raised his eyebrows and patted Song Hao on the shoulder.
"I'll go right away!"
Song Hao's whole body seemed to be filled with light, and he quickly disappeared without a trace.
Wu Yuanbin couldn't help crying or laughing, but when he looked at Lin Zhi again, his eyes were full of admiration.
He couldn't think of such a way to kill him. The Lin family brothers were not ordinary people!