On this day, A Wan was changing Fang Zilan's dressing, and Zhen Zhu sat aside and played with the tea cup in boredom, "Sister Xiu, why do you think Mu Chuji has turned into a turtle with a shrunken head recently? He just doesn't show up with threats and inducements. He Could it be that you guessed our plan?"
"Even if Mu Chuji tries to come up with it on his own, Murong Xun may not agree." Fang Zilan said softly: "Murong Xun is not a fool. If Mu Chuji has any shortcomings, how will he explain it to Mu Churui?"
Zhen Zhu sighed, "Yes, if Mu Churui knew that Mu Chuji was dead, he would definitely kill Chen and Murong Qing."
Awan said: "Miss Zhen, is the relationship between Mu Churui and Mu Chuji really as good as you say?"
"Of course." Zhen Zhu said confidently: "Isn't it possible that Miss Awan can't trust our Qianjinfang?"
"Of course not, Qianjinfang has a good reputation, but..." A Wan did not continue, Zhen Zhu held on to the words, "Sister Xiu, look at me risking my life to deliver information, some people still don't believe it."
"Zhen Zhu." Fang Zilan called her name gently, and she curled her lips and kept silent.
Awan gently tugged on Fang Zilan's sleeve, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Do you really trust her?"
Fang Zilan was silent for a moment. She did not tell Awan about her relationship with Qianjinfang, nor did she mention Zhen Mier and Wan Jun. She just told Awan that she had bought information from Qianjinfang as Zixiu, so Zhen Zhu recognized her, and she came to the army this time just because Qianjinfang was concerned about the safety of her family and country.
She and Zhen Zhu exchanged words, and Zhen Zhu was clever. A Wan tried it several times but couldn't find any flaws, so she had to give up.
But Zhen Zhu is young and clingy, and often hangs around in the big tent. A Wan looks at her clinginess and is afraid that she has evil intentions and is secretly causing trouble, so she keeps spending time in the big tent.
Fang Zilan glanced at Zhen Zhu, patted A Wan's shoulder lightly, and said: "A Wan, Qianjinfang's righteousness comes first. Zhen Zhu risked his own life to come here to send us information. Don't be a villain. What's more, What kind of trouble can happen under my nose? Go ahead and do your work, the wounded barracks needs you more than me."
Awan was about to say something when he saw Deputy General Cao barging in, "Boss, the Miluo people are attacking the city!"
Fang Zilan's heart tightened, and she looked at the people and said: "A Wan, you and Zhen Zhu stay in the tent and don't go out. Zhen Zhu is young, so you should take more care of her. Zhen Zhu, listen to A Wan and don't lose your temper. Old Cao, take someone to follow me up to the tower."
After she gave the order, several people responded one after another. Vice General Cao and her quickly rushed to the top of the city tower. They saw that the Miluo people were approaching fiercely and had already prepared an attack posture.
"Master Fang, the archers are already in position." Zhou Lang and Fang Zilan talked about the arrangements on the tower. She nodded, indicating that she understood, and then stood ready.
The Miluo people were tough and good at fighting. After setting up the ladder, they quickly attacked with the corpses of their compatriots who had been shot dead.
Fang Zilan stood with a sword in hand, killing one by one, and then pushed the corpses down the tower.
However, as more and more people gathered around Fang Zilan, there was not much room left. A small mountain of corpses was piled up in front of her, separating her from Deputy General Cao, Zhou Lang and others.
Fang Zilan had no skills at all, but fortunately, Vice General Cao and Zhou Lang were still able to deal with them. She focused on the enemy in front of her, using each move fast and ruthless without mercy.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Fang Zilan felt her wrists were sore. Suddenly, she heard someone shouting, “The flag has fallen!”
Fang Zilan felt suffocated in her chest and quickly looked in the direction where the Dajing flag was hanging. Sure enough, the flag was cut open and was teetering on the edge of collapse.
"No..." Fang Zilan's voice trembled violently. As the coach, she knew better than anyone what this Dajing flag meant. If it falls, Qiluo City will be unable to defend itself.
Fang Zilan looked down from the tower and saw Jiang Hanze with his bow and arrow in the direction of the capital's flag. She made a prompt decision and took a bow and an arrow, climbed over the piles of corpses, crossed the siege of the Miluo people, stood on the battlements, and shot an arrow at Jiang Hanze.
Jiang Hanze fell off his horse in response, and at the same time, someone yelled, "The flag is guarded!"
Fang Zilan looked back and saw that the flagpole, which was in danger, had been re-erected by someone unknown. The broken flag fluttered in the wind, and the word "京" on it was extremely eye-catching, inspiring the hearts of all the soldiers.
"Boss, be careful!" Vice General Cao's voice came from not far away from Fang Zilan. In order to avoid the Miluo people's swords, she accidentally stepped on the air and hung her whole body on the city wall.
The arrows came towards the face, and the wind they carried made Fang Zilan couldn't help but tremble. She dodged sideways, and her peripheral vision swept down to the bottom of the city tower. She saw a mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, and bones, which was shocking.
"Boss!" Vice General Cao's voice came from far away, and the Miluo man on the tower raised his knife to cut Fang Zilan's hand, trying to make her fall off the tower and die.
The moment the knife fell, Fang Zilan suddenly let go of his hand, turned around and hooked the ladder next to him with his feet, hung upside down on the ladder, avoided a sparse arrow rain, and quickly climbed up the tower.
Behind her, the eager voices of the Miluo people shouted, "Withdraw troops!"
"Old Cao!" Fang Zilan killed the Miluo man who stood between her and Deputy General Cao, stepped forward to help Deputy General Cao, and then realized that he was injured and his leg was full of blood.
"Come here, help Deputy General Cao down quickly." Fang Zilan's voice attracted Zhou Lang, who sent someone to help Deputy General Cao down from the tower, "Master Fang, you..."
"I'm fine." Fang Zilan hurriedly interrupted Zhou Lang, "I'll go see the flag guard first."
After saying that, she quickly walked towards the Dajing flag. As she got closer, she discovered that several soldiers were surrounding each other, hugging each other tightly and protecting the entire flagpole, thus keeping the flag from falling.
The person on the outside was completely bloody, and Fang Zilan couldn't even see his face clearly, "You, you guys..."
"Sir Fang..." The man was still breathing. Fang Zilan walked to him and wanted to hold his hand, but found that his hand had been cut off in half, "You..."
She stammered and could hardly speak, but the man seemed to smile, "Wei Wei... live up to... the flag... keep... stay..."
The last word "Zhu" is so light that there is only a breath sound left, and it breaks off as soon as it comes out.
"Wei Wei!" Fang Zilan yelled out his name, but never got any response.
She looked at the face in front of her with no distinguishable facial features, and the scene when she saw Wei Wei for the first time came to her mind. The submissive and shy person was actually the same person as the bloody man who was bleeding constantly.
If she hadn't rushed over and heard his last words, she wouldn't have even known that he was Wei Wei.
Wei Wei died defending the flag.
Fang Zilan moved Wei Wei's broken body a little with trembling hands, revealing the people inside. They were no better than Wei Wei. But even though they were missing arms and legs, they still used their bodies to hold the flag firmly.
But she couldn't name any of them. How many unknown people defended everything with their blood, but never left a word.
Zhou Lang stood behind her, his voice choked with sobs and said: "Master Fang..."
Fang Zilan took two steps back and saluted them solemnly, "Funeral burial."
