When Mang Shen, Zheng Anping and others returned, the rear army had already arrived, the Chinese army's flag was set up, and an elite group of thousands of military commanders formed a Chinese army camp. The gate of the camp was supported by two chariot shafts facing each other, and a military tent was set up in the middle of the camp.
Mang Shen took out the talisman and held it high in his hand. No one questioned him all the way, and he went directly to the high camp. Zheng Anping saw the woman and child staying outside the camp gate.
Mang Shen and others walked in along the camp gate. The child seemed to recognize Zheng Anping and seemed to want to say something to him, but was stopped by the woman who gently held her hand. Zheng Anping saw it and couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He seemed a little worried and a little relieved. He looked at the woman, trying to say hello with his eyes, but the woman lowered her eyes and only looked at her toes.
Seeing Mang Shen and others walking in, Mang Mao raised his hand to stop the chief's report. Zheng Anping saw that a soldier behind him was holding his leather armor. Mang Shen raised the talisman in his hand and said, "I was ordered to search the river bank, but found nothing!"
Lord Xinling took the talisman, glanced at it, and returned it to Mang Shen. He opened his mouth and said, "Does Mr. Zheng recognize this armor?"
Zheng Anping's face heated up, and he endured the embarrassment and replied: "It is the leather armor that I left in the outer room."
Lord Xinling nodded and said, "Since it belongs to the young master, please take it back."
Zheng Anping bowed and said, "I have no status, please give me your order!"
Lord Xinling said: "Send it to me for the time being, and I'll make up for it later!"
The soldier holding the armor came up. Zheng Anping took the armor and whispered, "Thank you!" When the armor left his hand, the soldier also quietly patted the back of Zheng Anping's hand under the armor.
Turning around, Zheng Anping thanked him again. Lord Xinling said: "Wear armor and get in line!"
Zheng Anping walked to the tent, quickly arranged his clothes, put on the three layers of leather armor, hastily adjusted his attire, and put on his leather beanie. In his ears, he heard the chief of the other group continue to report: "I'm waiting for questioning. All I got was armor, crossbows, arrows, and two women."
Lord Xinling wondered: "It seems like there was no assassin doing the assassination?!"
Mang Mao said: "I met Mr. Zheng twice at night, and there are traces of him in the city. It should be true!"
Jin Bi said: "Even if there are three or five swordsmen, they won't hide themselves when the army arrives. I just don't know where they are hiding! I think it's time to go back to the camp!"
Lord Xinling said decisively: "Three or five warriors are nothing to worry about. Let's prepare to enter the city!"
While they were talking, a messenger came to report: "The city gate has opened, and three people came out."
After a while, the three people were taken to the Chinese army camp.
The leader of these three people is an old man, followed by two young men in their prime, both wearing scholar's clothes, with high crowns and wide sleeves. As soon as the three people entered the tent, Zheng Anping immediately felt a sense of danger.
"Qin Ruishi!" This thought flashed through his mind almost instantly, and he immediately looked at the three of them.
None of the three people looked around. They crossed their hands on their chests, lowered their eyebrows and looked down. They walked quickly past Zheng Anping, who was last in line, and stopped two or three steps away from Zheng Anping. The old man among them respectfully replied: "The common people are living in a corner of Dayi, prolonging their lives and not daring to violate the state. When the general arrives, the common people have nothing to repay. If I ask where the general lives, the common people will sweep the floor and serve grass. Cud."
Zheng Anping was completely focused on these three people and didn't hear what they were saying.
"Really? You can't tell! No! That's not right!"
Lord Xinling said: "The Qin army invaded the territory, and the Wei Dynasty was in danger. Our army will occupy the city to defend against the Qin army. I hope the elders will inform the elders in the city, sharing the same hatred of the enemy, and working together for the great cause!"
The old man said: "The army of the Kingdom of China is approaching our city. How dare you not eat the pots of pulp to prepare for the host! Now I have a small gift. I hope the general will accept it!" He took out a roll of silk from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and went to Xinling Jun walked away.
"Danger!" This thought flashed in Zheng Anping's mind. Then I discovered that no one came forward to take the paper. A burst of thunder exploded in Zheng Anping's mind, and he almost shouted out without thinking: "There is an assassin!" and then stepped forward.
The two strong men turned around together and stabbed out the two daggers like poisonous snakes.
Zheng Anping rushed forward, unable to dodge the stabbing sword at all. He could only try his best to block it with his arms, but a sharp pain in his chest forced him to stop. His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. , and then he received a severe blow to the back of his head, his mind went blank, and he seemed to hear bursts of noise in his ears, and then they faded away! Then it was all over.
Lord Xinling heard Zheng Anping's scream, and the old man in front of him had already drawn his sword from the scroll. Lord Xinling kicked out the cases in front of him, turned around, drew his sword and slashed at the curtain. Without stopping, he followed the sword through the crack, jumped away, and turned around to point the sword at the crack in the curtain. From the curtain came the roars of Jin Bi and Mang Mao, the clash of weapons, the shouts, gunshots and screams of people, all mixed together, making it difficult to tell who said what and what was going on. Lord Xinling's expression remained unchanged, as if everything within the curtain could not be heard or seen. He just stood quietly outside the curtain, holding swords in both hands and pointing at the crack in the curtain.
Gradually, the sounds in the curtain died down. Lord Xinling still couldn't see any change in his expression. Finally, a voice came from the tent: "Young Master! Go and protect the Young Master!"
It was clearly Jin Bi's loud voice: "Don't mess up, drag these people away, the rest and I will go find the young master!"
Hearing everyone walking towards the tent door, Lord Xinling raised his sword upside down and got in through the crack: "No need to look for it, I'm here!"
Everyone who was walking towards the door turned around. When Mang Mao and Jin Bi saw Lord Xinling, they both took off their fur bean and bowed down: "I am awaiting death penalty!"
Lord Xinling stepped aside and bowed back: "What's wrong with you, sir? Please do your best to consulate!"
Then he turned to the people who were at a loss and standing at the door: "The ministers are divided into two groups."
Everyone seemed to suddenly realize this and retreated to both sides. The three assassins fell blindly into the vacated pool of blood. Their bodies were injured several times and their clothes were torn to pieces. They all stabbed their necks with their own swords. Blood flowed all over the ground, and they were no longer alive.
Zheng Anping was lying upside down in the tent, his chest was covered with blood, and he didn't know how much blood he had, and he was unconscious.
Lord Xinling asked: "My lords are still injured? Please bandage them in the tent. Ask the doctor to come over. Increase the security outside."
Mang Mao agreed and walked out of the tent. Some injured soldiers took off their clothes. Mang Shen took out trauma medicine from his arms and applied it to the soldiers.
Lord Xinling walked from his seat to the soldiers who were recovering from their injuries. He visited them one by one and offered words of comfort. Sometimes he even took the medicine and applied it himself. Finally, he came to Zheng Anping's side, stretched out his hand to check his breathing, and said: "Mr. Zheng is still alive!" He then untied Zheng Anping's armor.
At this time, Mang Mao walked in, followed by a middle-aged man and two young men, both dressed as scholars. Mang Mao said: "I have stepped up vigilance and invited doctors."
Lord Xinling stood up and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your help, sir!"
The middle-aged man returned the gesture and signaled the two young men to untie Zheng Anping's armor. He saw two deep wounds on Zheng Anping's chest and his blood had coagulated. The doctor gestured to the wound, rolled Zheng Anping's eyes, stretched out his hand to feel Zheng Anping's pulse, and said to Lord Xinling: "This young master is strong and clamped the sword with his flesh, but it failed to penetrate deep. He closed it again with force. The tendons and veins have stopped bleeding. Now the breath is stable and the pulse is gentle. With a little care, he will be fine."
He took a wooden box from a young man and took out two pills: "Divide one pill into two parts and drink it with water, once an hour until you wake up."
Lord Xinling took the pills, and a faint fragrance and cool feeling came over him. Lord Xinling gave another salute. After the doctor returned the gift, he and the two young men went to inspect the other injured soldiers, administered some medicine, and left.
Lord Xinling took out the key, gently pried open Zheng Anping's teeth, and put the pill in. A soldier handed him a water gourd. Lord Xinling poured the water into Zheng Anping's mouth, and with a "gurgling" sound, he swallowed the medicine.
Lord Xinling said "Ah", stood up, and said to Mang Shen: "Please surround Mr. Zheng with a curtain and spread more hay. Oh, is his outer room still outside the camp door? Let her take care of it!"
Mang Mao said: "I will make arrangements. Please Enyun Quanzi to accompany you. This kind of thing will never happen again!"
Lord Xinling said: "It's such a trouble for your father and son!"
Not long after, a group of people came in and carried Zheng Anping out of the tent with his shoulders and legs. The three bodies had been carried out long ago, and grass was spread on the ground to cover the blood stains.
Lord Xinling glanced around and said: "I've been delayed by this matter. The wounded will go down to rest. The others will temporarily guard the two sides. Let's continue the discussion!"
Everyone returned to their places, and order was restored in the tent.
