Forty miles northeast of Xuzhou City, across the Yellow River, there is a mountain called "Anran Mountain".

If Tong Yuanwei was willing to send a stalker to cross the Yellow River north and then bypass Anran Mountain to take a look, you will see that the tents on the north side of Anran Mountain are tightly hiding here.

For more than ten days, the camp has been very quiet. Every time the soldiers wear armor, hold weapons, sit in the camp and stand by, without saying a word.

To describe the feeling this army gives people, it is... like iron.

As silent as iron, as tough as iron.

But on this day, even they gradually got fed up with this dullness and boredom. The murderous aura that was pressed into their hearts was trapped in the dam and wanted to explode at any time.

Finally, a veteran stood up suddenly and knocked the long sword in his hand on the ground, sparks gradually gradually.

"What are we waiting for? The national government is in crisis, and Xuzhou is in crisis! Why don't we attack?"

"Silent!" a school official scolded, "The general has an order, and let you wait for a standby."

The veteran bared his teeth in annoyance, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

But he finally sat down and muttered in a low voice: "Stay on standby, every day, and it's useless to wait for you when you wait."

It was already afternoon, and it seemed that there was no war to fight today, and it was another day of mortal sitting.

The city of Xuzhou is about to break out, and the general still holds his troops. Who knows what he is waiting for.

...

On the top of Anran Mountain, Cai Wu stood on a big rock, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

He was not wearing armor, but only in casual clothes, with a white cloth wrapped around his arms.

Even without this white cloth, his whole temperament is still a filial son.

Cai Wuzhen's eyes were sharp, and she did not look at Xuzhou in the southwest. Even if there were clouds and the sound of killing sounds shook the sky.

The direction he looked at was the northwest.

This time, what could make him attack would not be the order issued by the Duke of Xuzhou Chengguo, but the news from the northwest direction.

He was even more irritable than the veteran in the tent, as if there was a sword in his heart roaring and trying to kill someone.

Before leaving this time, Wang Zhen talked to Cai Wuzhen once...

At that time, they were sitting in a yard of a family on the banks of Zhaoniu River in Dong'a County. The family had eight people and were happy. The head of the household was a 70-year-old man who happily treated them with their own tofu.

Wang Zhen pointed to the old man's son and daughter-in-law, and said to Cai Wuzhen: "The general knows the pain of destroying the family and the pain of bereavement. If the Yellow River collapses, the family will be broken and the love will be lost, hundreds of thousands of households will be more than one... Today I send the general to warn the general, and the only words are to tell me, 'A small impotence will cause chaos in the big plan'. Please do not think about the life of a child of a brother, but focus on the overall situation."

Cai Wuzhen still remembers that after Wang Zhen finished speaking, he turned to look at the old man again and smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your hospitality, but I'm sorry, I still have to ask my father-in-law to move his family to Hebei."

The old man was holding a bowl of pickled fish in his hand. Hearing the smile on his face, his thin hands trembled violently, and he didn't hold any bowls and plates firmly, and broke on the ground with a bang.

"Mr. Wang, I am seventy years old, how can I move..."

Afterwards, Cai Wuzhen led his troops to the south, but after reaching Anran Mountain, he waited for more than ten days.

Waiting and doubting are the things that torment him the most.

Since joining Wang Xiao in Shengjing, this is the most uneasy time he feels, because all hope is placed on others.

——If I can’t wait for news, I will sit and watch Guan Ming. If Tong Yuanwei and others threaten the lives of the Duke and King Qi?

——The flower dew is not an old general. I am going north with a few incompetent scholars. Do I really want to entrust the big thing to them?

Cai Wuzhen doesn't trust Hua Ye's ability, and he doesn't trust the scholars in the south. He can't wait for news about these people every day, which makes people feel bored.

I believe Wang Zhen doesn’t trust those people, otherwise since he has sent people to Kaifeng to prevent the Yellow River from breaking the dam, why should he move the people of Shandong again?

"I will defeat Guan Ming and Tong Yuanwei first, and go to take Kaifeng in person!"

This thought came to my mind more than once, and Cai Wuzhen suppressed it again and again.

Today, Xuzhou is about to fall into trouble, and this idea is still strong.

Time goes by little by little, a group of birds flew in the sky, and the official road is quiet...

Cai Wuzhen held the hilt of the sword and his eyebrows trembled slightly.

The Duke of Saving the Country, personally took Kaifeng... A little bit of tolerance will cause chaos... But how can you plan with a few scholars... destroy hundreds of thousands of households...

The thoughts in his mind were turning around, and suddenly, Cai Wuzhen widened his eyes and saw two fast horses galloping one after another on the official road, and the knights on the horse tried their best to drive the horse.

finally……

"Report! General Hua has discovered that Zheng Yuanhua has led his troops to sweep the eighth ambush at the North Yellow River Road. He has now wiped out Shang Hu Da and Li Guling's ambush..."

"Report! General Zhuang has used his troops to annihilate Nanhuzi, the ambush at Huayuankou..."

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Xuzhou.

Zuo Mingjing finally ran to the top of the city.

Many Guan Ming's servants rushed up on the top of the city, and the ground was covered with blood.

Not many people could care about her, and they were fighting and shouting everywhere, and arrows kept falling like rain. The guards chasing her were scattered by the messy battlefield as soon as they came to the city.

"Master Zuo..."

Zuo Mingjing did not look back, but looked at both sides. She finally saw Wang Xiao's big banner standing on a city pier. She quickly ran to the other side with her official robe...

"Then there is an official!" someone shouted excitedly.

Zuo Mingjing seemed to have not heard it, and she could hardly hear the sound of killing in her ears, and she was only looking forward to seeing Wang Xiao's figure.

A knife had been swept in front of her.

With a few "puff" sounds, a row of defenders with spears on the top of the city rushed side by side, stabbing several siege soldiers in a row, and pushed them to the top of the city.

"Kill! Live and die with Xuzhou..."

Zuo Mingjing was also taken to the ground. She, a woman, seemed to be an ant in the flood on this chaotic battlefield.

When she got up again, her face was covered with blood, and her knees were hurting severely, as if something had been stabbed into it. Every step was a severe pain. She could feel the blood flowing down her calves, and she staggered.

She gritted her teeth and continued walking stubbornly along the inside of the city wall.

There was another roar in front of me.

"Kill Wang Xiao!"

Many enemy soldiers climbed up the cloud ladder, jumped up from this section of the city wall, and rushed towards Wang Xiao's flag. Several guards were caught off guard and were chopped to the ground.

Zuo Mingjing kept walking, but a fierce enemy soldier rushed towards her.

During the chaos, the other party still had a hideous laugh.

"Little beauty!"

He smacked his lips, with greed, regrets, and violent killing in his eyes. It seemed that even if he could only kill a beauty with his own hands, he could feel happy.

Zuo Mingjing's eyes were covered with sadness, he took two steps back, lowered his body and picked up a broken knife from the ground.

The enemy soldier had raised his sword.

Zuo Mingjing held the broken knife and thought for a moment that he was dead.

After death, those untrustful thoughts were cut off, so that they would not be ashamed of the family and let down His Highness’s trust... But unfortunately, I wanted to tell him the words buried for a long time before I died...

The enemy soldier in front of him was about to swing his sword, but a ball of blood burst out from his knees and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Zuo Mingjing turned around and saw Wang Xiao pushing away a guard and strode towards him.

He held a man's musket in his hand, turned it "click" and raised his hand to aim at a siege soldier. He then "bang", but his eyes were always on Zuo Mingjing.

Wang Xiao walked to Zuo Mingjing, his eyes were filled with fire, and he was furious with a rare thunder.

Then, the musket in his hand aimed at the forehead of the enemy soldier who was still screaming in pain on the ground, and then pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!"

The moment the blood splashed, Zuo Mingjing wanted to close her eyes, but Wang Xiao was already blocking her.

She looked up at him, and she said a lot in her heart, but she couldn't say a word in her throat.

Wang Xiao seemed to have anger written on his forehead.

Zuo Mingjing lowered her head and said softly: "Don't be angry, okay?"

This sentence is completely different from her usual style.

According to her personality, if she used to be a sentence like "The officials were rash and asked the government to punish him" and then added "I really wanted to see you when I was in a critical situation" as an excuse.

But now death is approaching, all she wants is... If she wants to die, she really doesn't want him to be angry with herself before she dies.

Wang Xiao sighed, as if he couldn't bear to get angry with her again, and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No...no..."

Wang Xiao glanced at her lap and said, "Since you are here, let's take it away with me later."

Zuo Mingjing buried her head lower, feeling that he had the rare tolerance and pampering in his words.
To be continued...