Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 65: Raise the world and save me (1)

Blood and fire...

Wang Mu looked around him, the chaotic soldiers were running around, but he could not escape the enemy's killing and fell one by one.

However, the number of enemies is increasing, and it seems to spread endlessly from the horizon, like a black tide or an ant colony, swarming in.

Behind Wang Mu, Wang Mang sat with a calm expression, looking at the dark tide in front of him, but he didn't move. Wang Mu opened his voice and wanted to shout, asking the teacher to escape quickly, but he couldn't shout.

The black tide was coming faster and faster, and it was never stopped. No matter how Wang Mu waved the long sword in his hand, he could not kill them all, and finally completely submerged Wang Mu and Wang Mang behind him.

"ah!!!!!!!!!!"

Wang Mu let out a shrill cry, and sat up tremblingly from the bed, only to find that the blood, fire and black tide in his dream had disappeared without a trace.

He sat blankly on the bed, feeling only a little dizzy.

"You're awake?"

Han Zhuo's voice came from the side. Wang Mu quickly looked up, but found that the place where he was lying was not a tent, but in the room.

"Is this... Wancheng?" Wang Mu opened his mouth, but found that his voice was hoarse and dry.

"This is Wancheng." Han Zhuo in the corner of the room nodded: "In the prefect's mansion."

"Where is my...whether of my soldiers? Where is the 100,000 troops I took out?" Wang Mu gritted his teeth and worked hard for a long time before he finally asked the question he was most afraid of.

"Everything is dead." There was still no expression on Han Zhuo's face: "I died a month ago."

"One month?" Wang Mu turned over in disbelief and wanted to get out of bed, but his whole body was weak and he staggered and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up, but his hands and feet were so weak that they could not support his body.

It has been a month since Huang Chunshui's battle?

How many things can happen in this month!

"That's right" Han Zhuo nodded: "It's been a month since that day. The floating bridge has been destroyed, so I can only carry you back to the other side. After returning to Wancheng, you have been in a coma."

"Now...what is going on now! Where is Liu Huang and Liu Xiu?! Are they still alive!" Wang Mu asked hoarsely.

"All are still alive. And not far from us." Han Zhuo still stayed there, without any intention of helping Wang Mu up: "It's outside Wancheng. For specific matters, please ask your subordinates."

"Come here! Come here!" Wang Mu took all his strength to raise his volume to let him hear it outside the door. A servant pushed the door in and saw Wang Mu lying on the ground, and was shocked. He picked up Wang Mu, put it back on the bed, and then hurriedly ran out.

After a long wait for unknown amount, Wang Mu finally saw Cen Peng, the guard who stayed in Wancheng before leaving.

"Sir, you are finally awake!" Cen Peng rushed into the room and knelt in front of the bed with a look of surprise.

"Tell me, what happened in the past month." Wang Mu leaned his upper body against the pillow behind him, trying to suppress his inner tension, making the sound of his questioning seem as calm as possible.

"Huang Chunshui was defeated... After the war, you were taken back to Wancheng by the guards..." Cen Peng took a deep breath and began to report.

Wang Mu originally hoped to achieve his merits in one battle. After taking away a hundred thousand troops from Wancheng, the remaining defenders were only more than ten thousand. However, after the battle of Huang Chunshui, the 100,000 troops were almost wiped out, and only more than two thousand people fled back to the city in scattered ways.

Ten days later, the rebels arrived at the city of Wancheng.

Fortunately, this world-class city is high and deep. After the other party failed to attack the city several times, they stopped making unnecessary attempts and just surrounded the city outside, waiting for the city to lose food.

At the same time, the rebels outside Wancheng also divided some of them and seized Kunyang from the northeast to cut off the reinforcements that Chang'an might have sent.

There are about 50,000 rebels outside the city now. The more than 10,000 defenders in the city rely on the city walls, but the number of food and grass in the city is less than three months left. Once the food and grass are exhausted, Wancheng will be lost.

"Reinforcements... will there be reinforcements?" After hearing the report, Wang Mu stared at Cen Peng in disbelief: "How can we draw so many troops in Chang'an!"

"Sir, after you return to the city, my subordinates sent a message to Chang'an for help." Cen Peng smiled bitterly: "But although the Majesty of Chang'an replied to the letter, it stated that you can only open it alone, so... I don't know."

After saying that, Cen Peng took out a wrapped silk scarf from his arms and held it in front of Wang Mu in both hands.

Wang Mu took the silk scarf and found that it was indeed written on it: the six words "Shi Zhong Wang Mu's Ching Qi" were written, and the fire lacquer was intact.

He tore the fire paint hard and unfolded the silk book, but there were only ten words written on it.

"I will not regret it if I raise the world and save you."

There was no signature, but Wang Mu saw it very clearly that it was indeed the teacher's handwriting.
Chapter completed!