Some disputes sounded at one end of the city wall, but they quickly subsided.

The reason for the dispute was that a clerk in the city led a student to walk on the city wall.

The clerk is Cui Huai, who is a native born on the banks of the Huai River. His official title is so low that he is so low that his salary is not enough to support his family. In fact, most of his income is based on teaching at home.

His handwriting is very good and is quite famous in Zhongli City. Many illiterate people often ask him for help if they want to communicate with their family. In his spare time, he guides the engraving and printing of some story books at the Chengzhong Bookstore, which are loved by both adults and children in the city.

He almost charged money for writing letters on behalf of others, and at most, some paper and ink fees were charged. Many soldiers in the city had asked him for help, and now they stopped him from walking. However, those soldiers who knew him usually thought that when they came to such a place, a ravine might kill him.

However, Cui Huai insisted. The soldiers stopped him for a few words and saw that it was useless, so a few people held their shields to protect him. The soldiers heard it in a daze and knew that the clerk wanted to record the battle truthfully.

These soldiers thought that this was beneficial to Wang Chaozong and others. After all, Wang Chaozong and others seized military power by mutiny. There was a clerk who wrote a book record, at least the powerful people in the court could also figure out the whole story.

What these soldiers were thinking about was what would happen in the future if Wang Chaozong and others could survive.

But the clerk did not have any luck in his mind.

He was also very clear about the situation in the city. At this time, looking at the densely packed Northern Wei army across the river, he felt that the generals and soldiers guarding the city would eventually die here.

The more he thought so, the deeper he was filled with respect when he looked at Lin Yi and others.

A scholar following him was his student Xie Yu. He was only about the same age as Lin Yi and others. He was fair-skinned, thin, and looked restrained, but there was not much fear in his eyes.

"Look carefully, listen carefully."

Cui Huai looked at the bodies of the Southern Dynasty soldiers who were cleared not far away and whispered to the students behind him: "You should remember the words I asked you to study with me instead of joining the army."

"Students remember." Xie Yu looked at the bloody remains, clenched his fists and said softly: "Sir, you told me that I am born thin and have a passionate heart. If I go to the battlefield, I may not be able to kill an enemy. But sometimes my pen and ink also have different powers. The paper is white and the ink is black. As long as we scholars write, as long as it is a true record, it will become a historical fact."

"A person is humble and has a lower personality, and his words are often not valued. However, scholars write books and biography differently. Instead, not many people listen to those powerful people and believe them." Cui Huai smiled, but his face gradually became colder. "If everyone here dies, someone will always need to tell the world who is righteous and who is cowardly. As for right or wrong, let the world comment."

The reason his teacher usually told enough of is already explained, and Xie Yu naturally agreed, and he just nodded vigorously again.

"The stories of heroes like General Wang and General Lin cannot be buried." Cui Huai narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You and I will write what you see and hear. At that time, I will press my manuscript under the stone furnace behind the statue of the Land Temple in the city. As for you, I will agree with your seventh uncle. By night, he will send you out from the hibernatori in the south."

"What!"

Xie Yu kept listening quietly, but when he heard this, he was shocked and suddenly raised his head.

"If you can't enter the night, the city will be broken. If you can't leave, then forget it. Your seventh uncle is an old boatman, and he is there again when the hibernation is built. If you get into the river and even he can't escape, it's destiny." Cui Huai waved his hand and signaled him not to say anything more.

Xie Yu's eyes suddenly turned red. He looked at his teacher's extremely determined face and finally couldn't speak. He just bowed deeply and gave tears.

...

Just as the scholar was crying, the eyes of some soldiers with iron will also be slightly red.

It’s just that they are more experienced than this scholar. They did not lower their heads, but looked up.

In this way, the tears that were about to overflow their eyes would not flow easily.

There were some camps in the city, which were originally built by the defenders in Zhongli City, and were intended to be used for reinforcements coming from time to time, but at this time most of them became used to resettle the wounded.

These soldiers with iron will were all generals who came out of the Taoist City. At this time, the collapse in front of them was Jin Dong, the chief general of the Taoist City.

Jin Dong had many wounds on his body, but the most difficult thing at this time was a very small-looking flying sword wound.

This wound was on his left rib. Because the wound was just a thin red line and even blood did not flow out much, it did not even attract their attention before. It was just like some inconspicuous wounds, it was simply bandaged.

However, at this time they had already used the best medicine on hand, and even used true energy to help squeeze the wound inside, but they still could not stop the wound from constantly flowing out blood.

Some of the strange powers carried on this flying sword traced back to Jindong's bloodline for several hours, tearing several important meridians nearby, and even several sharp sword energy nailed into Jindong's internal organs like nails.

At this time, these nails are not pulled out, nor are they not pulled out.

If you don’t pull it, Jin Dong will die slowly like this. If you pull it, your injury may deteriorate instantly and you will die faster.

They are helpless, uncomfortable, and helpless.

But what made them choked up the most was that they all saw how Jin Dong fought bravely, but at this time Jin Dong was dead, and Taoist City had long been lost. Maybe in the future, even after even the here was lost, the people far away in Jiankang City might still think that Jin Dong was as stupid as those generals who feared war.

This is the most unbearable thing in their hearts.

The shade of a civic tree with pink flowers covers the nearby exit of a street and alley.

An old man quietly walked out of the streets and alleys.

He was wearing an ordinary linen robe, looking very old, and his flesh and blood seemed to be eroded by time and was extremely thin, but he wore a strange jade crown on his head.

This jade crown is an extremely unique white jade with cream, but it also has some natural blood lines that form texture like clouds and mist.

No one noticed when he would arrive, but the moment such an old man appeared, it would naturally attract many people to realize it.

"Senior, who are you?"

When he walked towards the camp in Jindong, several generals bowed to him with great vigilance and asked at the same time.

The old man didn't explain anything, he just waved his hands at the generals.

Just simply waved his hand and there was an extraordinary momentum, which made these generals feel trembling from their hearts, but at the same time, they all naturally felt that this was the real elders saying hello to the younger generation.
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