On the top of Fengzhou City, the autumn wind is howling and the flags are fluttering.
Min Zimo held a long iron spear in one hand and pressed the other hand on the cold bricks, his expression solemn.
Everywhere you look, countless flags are dancing wildly in the wind.
"Peng" is the most common character, and "Zhang", "Ma", "Liu", "Hu", "Lin", etc. are not to be outdone.
Led by the "Tiger King" Peng Lianhu, all the bandits and rebels in Dajing have gathered at this moment.
Outside the city, swords and spears were like forests, and breaths sounded like thunder. The crowds of people formed a boundless black ocean, slowly spreading towards Fengzhou.
A rough estimate is no less than 600,000 people.
The defenders on the city wall began breathing heavily.
Some people's hands were shaking slightly, some were pale, their lips were trembling, but no sound came out.
The air was filled with despair and deathly silence, with only the rumbling sound of the bandit army's marching being like a heavy drum beating on everyone's heart.
"Lord Budo."
Xu Yuncheng walked forward, his voice filled with suppressed anxiety.
His official uniform rustled in the wind, and his originally dignified face was now filled with fatigue and panic.
"As you instructed, the messengers have been dispatched, and even three batches of carrier pigeons have been released."
"But...where are the soldiers available in the imperial court right now?"
Having said this, he paused, lowered his voice, and spoke cautiously:
"The enemy army has not yet completely surrounded us. There is still a small gap in the north."
"Your Excellency is a minister of state, and you must not be trapped here."
"You...should break out first."
Over the past month, Fengzhou City has experienced more than ten battles of varying sizes.
Nominally, there were nearly 100,000 defenders, but half of them were wounded and old. Only about 20,000 elite troops from the Nine Borders and less than 30,000 guest troops from Jiangsu and Zhejiang were actually able to fight.
One against twelve, this place has now become a deadly place.
As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill voice came from the side to persuade him.
"Master Xu is right, Minister."
“It is said that a son of a wealthy family should not sit in the hall.”
"If anything happens to you, we will never forgive you!"
Fuman, fully clothed and armored, also came over.
As he spoke, he secretly glanced towards the north out of the corner of his eye, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.
"You are responsible for the safety of four provinces. How can you be with this perilous city..."
"As long as you give me a nod, Master, I will... I will lead the brothers of the Warrior Battalion to fight my way out and escort you out!"
Min Zimo did not look back, his eyes still fixed on the slowly wriggling black tide outside the city.
He could feel that countless eyes behind him were quietly falling on his straight back.
There was fear and panic in those eyes, but more than that, there was an almost clear admiration.
What they respected was not the title of "Minister of War" nor the imperial seal that represented supreme power.
This respect was earned by Min Zimo with the blood of the enemies, shot by shot, sword by sword, in the past half month since he arrived in Fengzhou.
When he first arrived, no one in the entire army took this "airborne" minister seriously.
Until bandits attacked the city and even occupied the city gates for a time.
That day, Min Zimo fought his way in and out of the enemy camp three times with a spear, and personally killed three fierce generals of the bandits.
That day, he was covered in blood, like a devil, which frightened the enemy army and inspired the Jing army.
In just over ten days, he has fought side by side with these people, sharing weal and woe with them!
He remembered a young auxiliary soldier named "Er Gouzi" who, when distributing dry rations, slipped him an extra wheat cake and said with a simple smile, "Sir, eat more. Only when you are full will you have the strength to kill the bandits."
I also remember an old soldier with a broken arm who grinned and said to him, "In my entire life, I have never seen an officer as powerful as you, sir."
As he recalled, Min Zimo suddenly smiled.
Teacher Ding Pojun's skills are good in every way, except that they cannot go against one's heart. Alas!
This time, she has to rely on Miss Jiang to rescue her.
This kindness can never be repaid...
He turned around, and his hawk-like sharp eyes swept over Xu Yuncheng and Fuman like a knife.
"Break out? Why break out?"
"Isn't this a good opportunity to catch the bandits in one fell swoop?"
Xu Yuncheng's cracked lips moved a few times, and he was confused for a moment.
Catch them all in one fell swoop? Is this Minister Min crazy?
After hearing his words, Fuman immediately showed a thoughtful expression, and then, as if he thought of something, his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Suddenly, he straightened his back, and his whole demeanor became visibly loyal!
Min Zimo couldn't help laughing as he watched his changes.
Looking at the panic-stricken Xu Yuncheng, he couldn't help but remind him: "Master Xu, hold on firmly until the Queen arrives..."
"This time, we will put down the rebellion of the bandits in one fell swoop!"
Queen?
Xu Yuncheng's body trembled, and then he remembered the secret letter the two elders had written to him...
Could it be that everything in the letter is true???
......
Boom—Boom—!!
A burst of war drums sounded from the center of the bandit army, and the sound spread all over the place.
To the north of the city, the last bandit army slowly gathered together.
Fengzhou has become an isolated island.
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Three miles southwest of Fengzhou City.
On a raised earthen slope, more than a dozen riders and horses stood there.
The leader, with a burly build and a rough face, was the leader of the bandits, the "Tiger King" Peng Lianhu.
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