After a while, these scar-faced strong men returned to Zhao Ming with Qian Qianqiu's head.
Seeing that the target was dead, Zhao Ming was relieved and was still looking for his subordinates, leading them to the next place.
At this time, it was at the gate of Beicheng.
"Kill! Don't let the Huns come in!"
"Kill! Fight into the city. The gold, silver, treasures, women and slaves inside will all be yours!"
"Kill, kill, kill!!!"
The Song army defending the city and the Huns attacking the city both tried their best at the wide-open north gate.
However, the difference in numbers has always been the biggest disadvantage between the Song army and the Xiongnu. The Xiongnu had enough manpower. When they desperately attacked the city gate, they did not forget the traditional siege method.
With both sides acting simultaneously, a loophole finally appeared on the Song Dynasty defenders' side!
But just when the Huns were about to break the city, the arrival of a group of people made the battlefield situation confusing again!
In a house in a slum in Bianjing City.
"Dad! It's not good, it's not good! The Huns are about to break the city, let's pack up and run away!
Those Huns are murderous people, wait for them to come in, if they come here, we will be doomed! "
Old man Zhang’s son is a Lifu. What is a Lifu?
They just rely on the river bank to load and unload goods for the merchant ships that come and go, and earn a little bit of Weibo remuneration by selling their manual labor.
The Zhang family's life was already very difficult. Even the daughter-in-law of Mr. Zhang's son divorced him a few years ago because she couldn't bear the poverty of the family, leaving not even a son or a half daughter behind.
There are only two people in the entire Zhang family, old man Zhang and his son.
Living an extremely difficult life, waiting for the end of life.
Just like other people in the slums, he is just one of the most ordinary beings in the prosperous Bianjing city.
In order to survive these days when there is no work to do, Zhang Sigou, the son of old man Zhang, wanders the streets all day long trying to find something to do. Although he has a lot of strength, he occasionally receives some moving work. Survived.
Today, he had just helped his boss unload the goods into the store when he saw the store clerk running back in a panic and shouting at the same time:
"It's not good! It's not good, shopkeeper! The north gate is broken! The north gate is broken! The imperial army is fighting a bloody battle with the Xiongnu at the north gate, but it shouldn't be able to hold them back for long!"
Clang, click, click!
As soon as this shocking news came out, the whole store suddenly heard the sound of items falling. Then the customers in the store got up and ran home regardless of others. They wanted to escape!
Even though they didn't pay the bill, the shopkeeper didn't care at this time. After learning the news, he mingled with the crowd and hurried home.
It was under such circumstances that Zhang Sigou got the news and hurried back home, preparing to take his old man with him to escape!
On the way back, he had seen many people running towards Nancheng. There must be a way to survive there!
However, when Zhang Sigou told the story that the Huns were about to break the city.
The old man who used to just sit in the sun and reminisce about the past all day suddenly became uncharacteristically fierce in his eyes!
This sudden change shocked even Zhang Sigou!
"Dad, you...what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Sigou couldn't speak clearly and asked stammeringly.
However, Old Man Zhang ignored him and turned around to a small house in the courtyard.
The yard of the Zhang family was bought by Old Man Zhang when he was young. In Zhang Sigou’s remaining childhood memory, Old Man Zhang was very high-spirited at that time!
There are celebrities all over the streets here, but they always go out for more than half a year. Zhao Sigou was brought up with the help of the residents.
I know that when Zhang Sigou was seven years old, old man Zhang came back from his last trip and never left again.
He quietly became a laborer and supported his family. When he grew up and took over, he began to provide for his old age just like other old people in the alley.
The small house at home was a taboo for Zhang Sigou. Old Man Zhang never allowed him to get close to it, even when he was older. As long as Zhang Sigou dared to take a step closer, Old Man Zhang would chase him with a cane and beat him. So Zhang Sigou doesn’t know what’s in that little house?
Old man Zhang ignored him and walked into the hut alone.
It's already this time. If you don't follow me quickly, why are you running in there?
Zhang Sigou could no longer suppress his curiosity, and in a few steps he came to the door of the hut, stretched out his hand, carefully pushed open the ajar door, and stuck his head out.
It was pitch black upon entering, but the next moment, an oil lamp was slowly lit.
The room went from pitch black to dim.
The flickering flames in the oil lamp made the room dim, but he could still roughly see what was going on inside.
A clothes rack and a table.
However, what was different was that the armor on the clothes rack that had been maintained so that it could reflect light in such an environment, and the knife held by the knife holder on the table instantly attracted Zhang Si. All the thoughts of a dog!
This...this...this...how can you have these things in your home?
Forget about the sword, the clothes on the rack next to it are clearly armors that can only be worn by soldiers. Looking at the appearance of the armor, ordinary soldiers are not qualified to wear it!
But isn’t the imperial court not allowed to hide armor privately? If this is discovered, you will be beheaded!
No wonder dad never lets himself get close to this house, no wonder! No wonder!
But where did these things come from?
At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Sigou's mind, and his expression kept changing, sometimes frightened and sometimes panicked.
However, Old Man Zhang ignored him. Although he had seen the arrival of the son whom he had not allowed to approach in the past, he didn't care anymore.
The old and wrinkled palms gently stroked the armor. Old man Zhang, who had never smiled before, actually smiled for the first time!
"Old man, it seems that it's time for us to fight side by side again. The enemy is still the enemy, but I don't know if I can still be as brave as when I was young..."
When he was young, he followed the prince to gallop on the grassland, and the various Xiongnu tribes that chased him were running wildly. The memory of his legs becoming weak when he saw their flags emerged in Old Man Zhang's mind.
The last time he dressed as an old man and fought on the battlefield was obviously more than 20 years ago, but now Old Man Zhang feels as if it was yesterday.
The memories gradually became clearer, and Old Man Zhang's already bent back gradually straightened up and became straight! Just like when I was in the army and listened to the prince’s lectures!
"You are all my subordinates, and my subordinates only have elites!
If the Huns are wolves, then we are tigers!
A hungry tiger that eats wolves!
In front of a hungry tiger, a wolf can only flee with its tail between its legs, so in front of our suppressing army, the Huns can only flee in embarrassment!
Now tell me, how will you handle the Huns? ! "
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The shouts of killing that resounded through the sky are still in my ears, and the blood at that time has never cooled down!
"kill!!!!"
Old man Zhang shouted loudly!
The murderous aura that had been suppressed for more than twenty years suddenly came out!
It was the aura that came from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and was cultivated by the lives of the Huns. The temperature of the whole room dropped a lot at this moment.
Zhang Sigou, who was in a daze at the door, was awakened.
Dad's call came to my ears.
“Come here, Si Gouzi, and give me my armor!
Just the Huns! There were not only 1,000 people but 800 people who died in your hands back then!
Very panic!
Haven't you always been curious about what I did when I was young?
I will tell you today!
Back then, your father only specialized in cutting off the heads of wolf cubs on the grassland in exchange for wine! "
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(End of chapter)
