Zhang Tianci left, and Xiao Feng was helped to the bed by Qiaoqiao in a daze. Xiao Feng opened his eyes and saw a cute little girl swaying in front of him. Xiao Feng smiled.
"Mengyu, did you fail in the exam and are you afraid that your mother will blame you and come to me to plead for mercy?"
Qiaoqiao was very surprised. She didn’t know who Mengyu was, nor why she was taking the exam, nor why her mother was talking about her.
"That's not right, Mengyu, haven't you grown up and gone to college? Did I dream it?"
The panicked Qiaoqiao ran away quickly and asked Qiao's mother to come over and said that the master was talking nonsense. Qiao Niang knew that Xiao Feng was drunk, and very drunk.
Xiao Feng had a good drinking capacity in his previous life because he was doing business, so he still drank according to his old habit today. Unexpectedly, this body is still a young child that has never drunk alcohol.
No matter how good a drinker you are, no one will get drunk if they drink for the first time.
Qiao Niang quickly helped Xiao Feng sit up and fed him hangover soup. It is not possible to feed while lying down, as it may lead to choking to death. Women are naturally self-taught with this common sense. Even Jin Lian called Dalang to drink medicine and shouted: "Da Lang, get up and drink medicine."
Suddenly, Xiao Feng seemed to have finished negotiating another contract. He forced himself to send away the stumbling client. When he returned to his home, he only had time to say: "Honey, I'm back." Then he lay down on the sofa.
Then his wife would help him up, give him vinegar, and all the hangover medicines she heard she could buy.
Then he will feel that everything is worth it.
Xiao Feng hugged his wife's waist in a daze: "Daughter-in-law, thank you, I miss you so much..."
Then he was thrown on the bed in panic, and the soup was spilled on his face, but he had already fallen asleep and didn't know anything.
Qiaoqiao noticed that her mother was blushing badly and looking panicked after giving the medicine to the master, so she couldn't help but panic too.
"Mom, is the master sick? Look at him talking nonsense all the time!"
Qiaoqiao never knew that people could be so drunk. Although Xiao Wannian never left his hand, his drinking capacity and taste were much better than Xiao Feng. When he was drunk, he would mostly practice swordsmanship in the yard and never talk nonsense. So she thought Xiao Feng was ill.
"Mom? What's wrong with you?"
"Ah? Ah, it's okay. I'm not sick, I'm just drunk. Maybe I was dreaming again."
Qiao Niang was flustered. The master was usually very decent and did not mean to be frivolous. Besides, he was so young, so even if he had thoughts, he wouldn't be interested in a woman in her thirties. It is still possible for Qiaoqiao to grow up in a few more years...
Outside Datong City, Tatar soldiers were burning, killing and looting. They were skilled in killing and robbing, and they mostly killed old people and children, while young and middle-aged people, regardless of gender, tied up prisoners and were led by a small group of cavalry to retreat first.
Slaves are hard currency in various tribes. Strong male slaves and beautiful female slaves are of very high value, and are as significant as looted property.
At this time, the deputy commander Dong Yang on the border town of Datong looked far into the distance, but he could only see the occasional smoke column and could not see where the enemy was. He gritted his teeth in vain, but he did not dare to go out of the city to save those people.
Naturally, those outside the city are civilians. Rich people do not live outside the city. They are all in Datong City. If we are more successful and have more money, we will move closer to the capital. Those civilians knew that they might be captured by the Tatars who raided at any time outside the city, but they could only live a tough life.
Here, after all, there is no tax and there is even free land. This was all used by the imperial court in exchange for their lives. If they leave here, they will become beggars and homeless people. Therefore, they bet with their lives that the Tatars will not come, and that they can hide in the city or hide in the mountains in time when the Tatars arrive.
Of course, most of the time, they win the bet, but if they lose once, they're screwed. Either die on the spot, or become a slave. In fact, it may be better to die on the spot.
Seven days ago, Dong Yang followed Jiang Han's command and went out of the city once, trying to protect more people from entering the city. But they encountered an ambush, and Jiang Han saw that he had no hope of breaking out, so he ordered Dong Yang, who still had a chance to retreat, to lead his troops back to the city and hold on.
The conscience of heaven and earth is not that the soldiers are not fighting hard, but that there are too few cavalry. If the infantry fights the cavalry, it will cost their lives.
There were more than a hundred muskets issued by the Shenji Battalion, but they could only be fired once. When facing a large group of cavalry, there was no time to fire a second time, which was to deter the opponent. If Datong's cavalry had the same number as the Tatars, this battle wouldn't have been so cowardly!
A group of people were running desperately towards the city gate. They were the third group. They had been hiding in the surrounding mountains before, but now that the Tatars had taken control of the perimeter, they began to search the mountains. Some people were frightened and went down the mountains from various paths, hoping to rush into the city.
There was no shadow of the Tatar cavalry behind the people, but this did not explain the problem. Human eyes are limited, and even the best lookout can only see a few miles away. For the cavalry, a few miles is almost a blink of an eye.
The captain of the city gate team was looking at Dong Yang, waiting for his decision. Dong Yang understood that if the city gate was to be opened, the cavalry must be ready to charge. When the city gate is opened, if the enemy rushes over, the cavalry must go out to resist and slow down the enemy, so as to cooperate with the artillery and crossbows on the city wall to defend the city and ensure that the city gate has time to close.
But that also meant that the cavalry leaving the city might be wiped out. The gates will not be opened again unless the enemy retreats.
Dong Yang smiled, showing two big tiger teeth: "Commander, go and inform the commander-in-chief that Dong Yang has led the cavalry out of the city." Jiang Han is dead. He is the highest commander of this border town. The commander-in-chief did not issue an order that the entire army should not leave the city. He had the right to make his own judgment.
The border city is an auxiliary to the main city, and the commanders who can guard the border city are basically the confidants of the commander-in-chief and have a certain tacit understanding with the commander-in-chief. But he must tell the commander-in-chief that if he cannot come back, the commander-in-chief must immediately send someone to take his place.
Dong Yang began to put on his armor, mount his horse, and raise his sword. He thought for a while and hung the waist knife Jiang Han gave him on his body. He usually does not carry a waist sword. He thinks that when the cavalry rushes into battle, the sword is lost, so what is the use of a waist sword. Jiang Han gave him a handful, but he didn't want to take it.
But the day before yesterday, he saw Jiang Han's sword knocked off and his horse knocked down. Jiang Han just stood on the ground, and several Tatars who wanted to capture him alive were hacked to death with his waist knife. In the end, his leg was pierced by a spear. When he fell to the ground, he held the waist knife across his neck and laughed wildly.
It turns out that this is how the waist knife is used. This was what Dong Yang was thinking about when he fled. He didn't even know why. His old friend died before his eyes, but he didn't even shed a single tear, and he didn't even feel too sad.
The thousand cavalry behind him, all wearing armor and carrying guns, lined up at the city gate. The soldiers watching on the top of the city shouted: "There are still five hundred steps left for the people, and no Tatar cavalry has been seen in the distance!"
Dong Yang raised his sword and pointed in the direction outside the city gate.
"Open the door! The cavalry attacks!"
