The wind blows north, and it goes all the way.

Wang Zhi walked under the corridor, walked through the door and turned to the room, followed by several confidants, with a faint smile on his face. After stepping into the room, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

The door is closed.

He raised a secret letter in his hand, and sat behind the desk. He carefully folded the letter paper and put it in the drawer like a treasure. The eunuch near him bent on his back and said flatteringly: "What's the happy thing about the hundred households? Tell me out and let the servants enjoy it too."

The fists that had been clenched loosened, Wang Zhi exhaled and stood up and looked at them: "…. Hai Qianhu wrote a letter saying that the Lord was building the Tower of Heaven and asked us to wait for a good life to take care of the North... Although there were only a few words, our family probably guessed that after the tower was built, it would be the time when our merits were fulfilled... At that time, the north was probably already entering the harsh winter, so we could go back to the capital and stand up as a man."

The sunlight shone in outside the window and fell on his face. He stood there for a while, then walked past the light spot with his hands on his back, stood between the few people, and hesitated to slightly open his lips.

"General Huang is still staying behind closed doors recently?"

"No, I went up to the city wall early this morning. I guess some things have been figured out. After all, if people outside the pass are put in, once the source of the disease spreads, there is no reason for luck behind us."

Wang Zhi nodded, closed his mouth tightly, and walked back and forth, "If it weren't for Qin Ming's death for his country, our family would have been punished for neglecting military affairs. He was a man and a general, how could he be kind to a woman in his work?"

"Yes...yes, Baihu is right."

The confidant in the room was catering to the words, Wang Zhi nodded in approval, and smiled across his cheeks.

There is a scattered sun outside the house.

The sun was exposed, and on the city wall covered with black blood stains, soldiers were patrolling with their swords and staring at the sun. At the end of their sight were clusters of black dots in the east and west. If they were enlarged, they could see that it was in the violent sunshine, and the surviving people near Datong gathered there.

They looked at the corpses winding from below the city gate from afar, and flies were flying all over the sky, buzzing... It has not rained in the north for half a month, and the earth is dry and cracked, and the plague has exploded. Those who can gather here have already eaten the bark and grass roots, and the only ones left are the same.

Among the waxy refugees, the ragged people were sitting on the ground, and they were still exposed to the sun. Someone fell down and was quietly dragged away by someone. They never appeared again. A large number of refugees gathered together in groups of three or three to form a simple camp with their bodies, standing or lying. Walking in the middle was like entering a wax museum. Most of the people's faces were numb and expressionless. Sometimes when walking figures came over, their eyes would flash a little light.

The figure passed by without stopping, and the light immediately dimmed.

"The news is here...Who among you dares to fight once?"

"Sitting here is waiting to die... It's better to take a try."

“Is it reliable?”

"I don't know... no one should be joking about us, after all, there is nothing left, and there is only one worthless life."

The sound spread among the refugees in scattered lights. Some people hesitated and some encouraged that the sun was almost noon, and dozens of smoke from the other side of Chengguan rushed into the sky.

"They have some food... I can't stand it..." The people who were waiting to die sobbed in a low voice, " Rather than starving to death... I'm bitten to death by an evil ghost... I'm going to become an evil ghost... I'd better eat a bite of rice, at least I'll put rice in my stomach and go on the road..."

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

"I'll go with you..... I've done it."

………….

Yanmen Pass.

On the city wall, a figure wearing armor was walking with a sword, the air was filled with rotten stench, and half of the burnt charred corpses outside the pass were.

Huang Xin held the hilt of the sword stolen around his waist, stood behind the walls on the city gate, and looked down at Yu Yu Qingyan's corpse, and a disgusting smell penetrated into his nose.

The accompanying deputy general explained: "This morning, several people rushed over like crazy and were shot to death by their brothers. The supervisory man made people burn the fire, but now the inventory is not enough, so they dare not sprinkle too much, and they are now like this."

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

"I'm afraid there are not many people, so I still need to ask about it, but the officials who know about it will only last for a few days. But the new group is already on the way."

"Send people to urge more."

Huang Xin's eyes were closed and he did not pay attention to the movement behind him. Not long after, he withdrew his gaze and slowly spoke to the deputy general beside him: "Before you come, I originally had a deputy general beside him, but when the Jurchen attacked Yanmen, he died, so you can make up for this shortage."

"..." The person next to him looked over in confusion, and there was no sadness or joy on his face, and there was not even a trace of expression.

It's like a stone.

"….My brother, Qin Ming, the chief general of Yanmen Pass, died there." Huang Xin raised his hand and pointed to the distance facing the city gate. "He died there... he almost killed the Jurchen Marshal. Later, I regretted not binding him a little more of that kind of palm thunder." He grabbed the wall, pinched his fists, and trembled.

"Do you know... He died of righteousness, he became a hero, and I stayed here for him. Every day I stood on the top of the city, and I saw him. I looked at him like a coward..."

"What was left behind after the Jurchens heading south... He fought hard for the people, but in the end, the Han people were driven away like pigs and dogs, and their wives and daughters were still ruined by those beasts like ***. Although the country was saved, the family was destroyed and the family was gone..."

Huang Xin spoke in a strange tone, but calmly, as if he was saying to the people behind him, as if he was saying to God.

"…. Look at the people over there, look at the people who died under the wall. They are all unarmed people. We cannot protect the city. Should they bear this sin? They must live too. We have lost Datong, but they must live too."

The fist hit the city wall hard, his eyes burned red, his thick beard, and his blue veins suddenly burst out, and his heart felt like he was holding a tide, "...Is this kind of poisonous plan necessary to use these unarmed people's heads, watching them die... Watching them drag the Jurchens into the plague, such a merit is useless! I would rather fight with the Golden Man with real swords and guns than this."

On the city wall, the sun shone in a flash, and the general stood behind in confusion and horror. He felt a faint sense of anxiety in his heart as the buds grew, and his heels moved back quietly.

There was a sound of footsteps coming, and the general turned around. There was a group of more than ten soldiers in his sight. He quickly shouted at Huang Xin who was standing by the wall: "General... General... You can't do this... You can't do this... The city gate cannot be opened."

There, the figure did not move, just raised his arm.

"Take him down and lock him up, no one can let go of the news."

The figure who was taken away was struggling on the city wall, and his voice was still shouting: "General... to keep the three mountains... Huang Xin, you bastard... you will kill more people... You can't open the city gate..."

After a moment, the sound disappeared behind the city wall.

"Many people have died..." Huang Xin closed his eyes and said.

In the fierce sunshine, the breeze blew, and the people on the city wall seemed to have grown a lot in an instant, "...so we can't die anymore."
Chapter completed!