Taoist Zhang had a gloomy face and fell directly onto the bed, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead, pretending that he hadn't heard anything. He didn't want to listen, he couldn't hear anything when he slept.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Jiang Sheng got up and went back to the inn room, then slipped into the space bamboo house. He was either looking for a book or looking for it in the mountains. It was better than being idle and anxious.
He searched until dark, then slowly went to the clinic across the street to see the patient and glanced at the half-dead Taoist priest.
He said softly, "Master, how do you feel?"
Taoist Priest Zhang: "...I am still alive. What does Third Young Master want from me? If you still ask that, you can consider me dead."
Jiang Sheng chuckled softly, opened the oil-paper package and handed it over: "Try it, this is Zhang Ji's pig head meat, it tastes delicious, don't you want to try it?"
He sat up, reached out to grab the oil paper bag and started eating.
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Military camp in the northern wilderness
After receiving the letter, Jiang Baichuan knew that he would have no hope of having a good New Year. He assigned 50,000 soldiers to Jiang Ling and told him to rush to Pingcheng on the border to provide support.
Jiang Ling glanced at him and pursed his lips: "They really don't stop at all. They don't want to enjoy the New Year and have to start a war. Dad, take 50,000 soldiers away from there, and send people to guard the other border cities."
"Well, send it over after the soldiers are trained."
"You should leave as soon as possible. Pingcheng is facing the Xiongnu. There are only 10,000 soldiers defending the city. Against 30,000 Xiongnu, there is basically no chance of winning."
"If the city is breached, the consequences will be disastrous. Ling'er, no matter what, you must defend the city. Those weapons San'er brought... use them if you can't hold on."
When Jiang Baichuan thought of the weapons in the warehouse, he felt a little more at ease. San'er was not good at fighting, but he did have a sharp mind.
Jiang Ling whispered, "Dad, I'll leave those weapons to you. If there's any problem, you can just send someone to provide support. I won't need them here."
"I'm not trying to show off, San'er gave me something better."
"What is it? Why doesn't my father know about it?"
Jiang Baichuan looked at him curiously. His two sons had a secret and were hiding it from him right under his nose. When he saw those words, his eyes suddenly widened.
"... Ling'er, you, this is not something to be laughed at."
Jiang Ling's lips curled slightly: "No kidding, San'er left a copy for each of us. Yours is on the second shelf in the study. You can see it by taking the book down."
"The soldiers' swords are much better than before. If we face the Huns, 10,000 men against 30,000 will be no problem. I'd better not bring so many soldiers with me."
"Fifty thousand is indeed too much. Let's just use thirty thousand. For the remaining twenty thousand, Dad, you can send people to Lianyang City. There's a breach there too. It's always better to be prepared in advance."
Jiang Baichuan nodded, his expression relaxed a lot.
"Okay, San'er has done a great job this time. When he comes back, I will definitely reward him well. He can have whatever he wants."
Jiang Ling laughed dumbly: "As for San'er, he probably just wants freedom. He doesn't like being bound and just wants to live a free life. Letting him go out is a reward."
"...Okay, Ling'er, be careful."
"I know, don't worry, Dad."
The army was ready to go early the next morning and headed towards Pingcheng.
They arrived at Pingcheng in three days. At that time, the soldiers of Pingcheng were fighting with the Huns outside the city. There were roars on the battlefield, people kept falling down, and blood splattered, dyeing the ground red.
The battle lasted until dark, when it finally came to a halt. The soldiers of Pingcheng returned to the city, and the wounded were carried in. The cries of pain resounded throughout the city.
The battlefield is so cruel. Those who have lost their limbs have to endure. If they can endure, they will live. If they can't, they will die.
Gu Chen, the general defending Pingcheng, was sitting there expressionlessly, letting the doctor bandage his wounds. Blood was splattered on his face and forehead, and he exuded a murderous aura.
The doctor bandaged the wound with trepidation and whispered, "General Gu, the wound has been treated. I will leave first."
The resolute-looking general came to his senses and waved his hand, "Well, go ahead. Doctor Bai, please help the others. Feel free to go to the warehouse to get the herbs."
"Yes, I know."
Three trusted aides sat across from him, looking at him worriedly. "General, the letter requesting help from Beihuang City should have arrived. I wonder how many people they will send to support them."
"The food and fodder in the city is only enough to last for five days. After five days, the food and fodder will be gone, and the soldiers will also be... If the city is captured, given the Xiongnu's bloodthirsty nature, the people in the city will probably suffer heavy casualties."
Gu Chen nodded, his expression cold: "Nothing, Lord Jiang replied, saying that reinforcements will arrive within three days and food and fodder will also be delivered. Don't worry too much."
The confidant's eyes lit up. If it was a reply from the court, by the time they arrived, the people of Pingcheng would have already celebrated the seventh day of mourning.
But if the reply from the Jiang family said it would arrive within three days, then the people who were going to kill them would arrive, and they would be... saved.
"Alright, don't make this public. Go back and get some rest. We have a tough battle tomorrow, and we need to pay more attention to catching the spies."
"Once we find someone who is not right, we would rather kill them than let them go."
The three of them said in unison, "Yes, General."
The room was soon empty. Gu Chen clapped his hands and whispered to the assassins, "Ying, have someone keep an eye on those three people. One of them must be a spy."
"See who spread the news, intercept it, and arrest them!"
"Yes, Master."
The shadow flashed and disappeared.
Gu Chen closed his eyes and thought about what happened on the battlefield today. Although he didn't want to admit it, the person who attacked him from behind must be one of his three confidants.
There was no poison on the dagger, which obviously meant that they didn't want his life. They just wanted to keep him hanging. The purpose was probably to lure the Jiang family army. After all, if he died, the city would be broken.
There was no need for reinforcements to come. What on earth were the Huns planning, and why were they doing this...
It's getting dark
At midnight, the window was opened and a figure sneaked out. He put something on the pigeon's feet, let go of the pigeon and watched it fly away.
He slowly exhaled, turned around and walked towards the room. As soon as he entered the room, he noticed a strange breath and his expression was startled: "Who?"
The candles were lit and the room became brighter.
Yan Hui looked at the man in black in the house and felt a pang in his heart: "Ying, why are you in my house?"
"...Commander Yan, do you want to leave on your own, or should I take you to see the general?"
"I'll go on my own, lead the way!"
The two walked towards another courtyard. On the way, Yan Hui asked tentatively, "Ying, the general asked you to keep an eye on me, so are the other two keeping an eye on me too?"
"Sure enough, I still can't hide it from the general."
"Since you knew you couldn't hide it, why did you betray the general and Da Gan? What good would it do you? You've followed the general for more than ten years."
Yan Hui's eyes dimmed, he pursed his lips and said nothing, his mood was complicated, with guilt for betrayal and relief that his family was safe. He had no choice anymore.
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