On Wednesday, he yawned and looked outside. It was already dark, but the battle report on the front line had not yet arrived.

In troubled times, ordinary people want to live and eat enough. However, those with wealth like Zhou Sangui still have to think more and think further. Only in this way can they survive, preserve their property, or seize opportunities and become more prosperous.

Thanks to his quick decision and joining the surrounding landlords, the local tyrants rebelled against Jin, they could continue to live a comfortable life. Otherwise, the Zhou clan would have become a rioter who would have been a rioter. Money, land, and houses had been replaced by the owners.

Now, not only does this belong to you, but it may be able to last forever. The Zhou family stands tall because it depends on changing the throne...

The rapid footsteps suddenly rang out. Before Zhou Sangui came to his senses, the door was pushed open vigorously. The housekeeper rushed in and reported panting: "Master, sir, it's not good, our troops are defeated! The Red Turban Army is about to fight..."

Zhou Sangui jumped up and raised his hand to slap the butler in the face, "Nothing nonsense, how can we lose? Tell me, what's going on?"

"Yes, it was said by the people of the Wu family that they passed by and were in a very embarrassing situation." The butler, who was slapped in the face, felt very aggrieved. Unexpectedly, he hurried to report the message, but was slapped by the master.

Zhou Sangui was surprised, but he tried to calm down, hoping that the butler had heard it wrong, or that the Wu family was talking nonsense. He strode out of the house and summoned his subordinates to strengthen the defense of the town while inquiring about the news.

The news was quickly inquired, and the Red Turban Army failed to wipe out the enemy at all, and hundreds of people ran out from the flank, but there were not many people in the Zhou family.

It's over, it's over!

After receiving the definite news, Zhou Sangui Ruwu hit the top of the head, his eyes were stunned and it took him a long time to wake up.

The army of more than 2,500 people was defeated?! Zhou Zonghe lost his head and suffered losses of more than a half-man. This was equivalent to breaking his backbone. Relying on the current people, can this Cross Road Town still be defended?

What? The opponent knows magic, including wooden carts that spit out flames, those who are in the middle die, and iron fireballs that fall to the ground and explode, either die or injured—

Zhou Sangui's mind was in a mess. It was not until Mr. Wu called him that he woke up, but he had no idea.

"Sir-" Mr. Wu pondered and suggested: "The most urgent task is to ask for help from all families so that they can understand that there will be no end to the collapse of the nest. If the Zhou family is defeated, they will not get it well. In addition, they will report to Liu Wenzheng urgently. After all, they are still a family in name, so they can tempt him with money and ask him to send troops to help, and overcome this difficulty first."

Zhou Sangui thought about it and nodded helplessly. What else can he do now? The most important thing is to block the Red Turban Army and not to defeat the Zhou family. As for the losses, as long as they can survive, they will find a way to slowly recover them in the future.

According to Mr. Wu's suggestion, Zhou Sangui quickly arranged the arrangements and summoned several officers left in the town to strengthen their defense and resist the enemy. Most of these people were his tribe and relatives, and no matter how capable he was, he trusted them more.

Regardless of whether there was a trace of luck or not, Zhou Sangui did not prepare to escape with his family, but just returned home to hide some gold, silver and fine materials. This is also normal. If there is no army in his hand and how much gold, silver and treasures it will be like a fat sheep in the eyes of others, and it will not be safe and even more dangerous to run anywhere.

Therefore, Zhou Sangui still has a last retreat, which is surrender. He felt that he had no deep hatred with Meng Jiucheng, and there was little possibility of raiding his family. Of course, he could not show this tendency now, so as not to lose without fighting.

Time passed, and Zhou Sangui was also feeling uneasy and ups and downs. He didn't know if the Red Turban Army had already opened to Cross Road Town, nor did he know when the time to decide his destiny would come. With random thoughts, he sat in the chair and gradually became drowsy.

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The sound of gongs, drums, noisy voices, and the sound of footsteps rang out in Crossroads.

Taking advantage of the victory, the soldiers are very fast. After the Red Turban Army won, it was slightly rectified and led by Meng Jiucheng and others to enter Cross Road Town.

"Mr. Huang, please!" Meng Jiucheng seemed to smile and reached out and signaled to the captured Mr. Huang to enter the town.

"Yes, yes." Mr. Huang agreed repeatedly, ran to the town, shouting while running, for fear that the defenders in the town would hurt him by accident.

If you force your Wednesday to surrender, it is naturally the best to win without fighting. Judging from the nature of your Wednesday’s greed for money and keeping your family, there is great hope.

But Meng Jiucheng did not expect Mr. Huang's words to be honest. He watched Mr. Huang enter the town and immediately ordered the troops to prepare for bombardment.

路———————the sound of the catapult makes people feel goosebumps.

If the gunpowder is sufficient, a projectile cannon can be made, that is, the black gunpowder version of the sky cannon. Meng Jiucheng rubbed his nose and also criticized the functions of the stone thrower.

"Test three shots--" Meng Jiucheng waved his arm.

After a while, thunderbolt, thunderbolt, one after another, you can hear the sound of screams, screams of exclamation, screams of fear, and a chaotic aura of fear begin to spread among the defenders.

This is a shock and a urge. Moreover, the town is not a county town. Only simple villages can be broken even with stones, even if it takes longer.

At this time, Zhou Sangui was gloomy and listening to Mr. Huang telling the failure and Meng Jiucheng's words he brought, three sudden loud noises scared him.

Mr. Huang also paused for a moment before saying helplessly: "I am humble and incompetent, and I have to bear the entrustedness of the adults. But this time I came to persuade him not for himself, but for his wealth. All are heartfelt words, so I hope the adults will think twice."

Zhou Sangui's face was unstable. Judging from the force alone, the Red Turban Army had a clear advantage, let alone such powerful weapons. The town obviously could not hold on, and will the other families reinforce? When will it arrive? As for Liu Wenzheng, the journey is even longer, and it is estimated that the person who reported the news has not arrived yet!

Mr. Huang looked at Mr. Wu, smiled bitterly, and gestured to him to speak forward with his eyes.
Chapter completed!