Shi Yuan was anxious and uneasy, and Cheng Ting also became anxious.
Why hasn't Yin Bei come out yet?
He looked up at the sky, seeing dark clouds looming over the city. Among the clouds, lightning flashed from time to time, and the dull thunder rolled in his ears.
A gust of wind blew past, and Cheng Ting seemed to be hit by something on his leg. He trembled in fright, took a step back, looked down, and saw a pile of dry horse dung rolling over his feet.
Then there was another burst of lightning and thunder, and the river became turbulent.
A drop of water hit Cheng Ting's nose. He reached out to touch it, turned to Shi Yuan and said, "It's raining..."
Before he finished speaking, a burst of fire suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a loud "boom", and then the fire exploded, burning half of the sky red.
The heavy rain fell and crackled, turning Cheng and Shi and the soldiers by the Shuo River into drowned rats. At the same time, the fire became more and more intense, with constant rumblings and thick smoke. It rises, accompanied by strong winds, and is sent to the Shuo River.
Amid the violent wind and rain, there was the smell of scorched earth and blood.
Cheng Ting stood there with a dumbfounded face, his face covered with flowing rain. He looked towards the fortress. The tall and majestic city walls were shrouded in dark red fireworks. The sound of fighting was half swallowed by the sound of wind and rain, and was carried away by the roaring river. Half, what finally fell into Cheng Ting's ears were only sporadic explosions.
Shi Yuan's voice trembled: "The war has begun."
He quickly came to his senses, dragged Cheng Ting and ran towards the city: "The war has begun! Go back quickly!"
The two passed through the soldiers with solemn faces and rushed into the city. Shi Yuan turned his head and glanced at the suspension bridge that would not be reopened in a short time, almost despairing.
Yinbei can't get out.
Wu Jin's letter was still hidden in his arms, and he simply couldn't imagine what would happen if this letter couldn't be delivered to Mo Lingfeng.
All the war horses in the horse garden had been sent to the fortress, and only a few Xiguan were left. After hearing the noise, they also rushed into the city.
The city of Kuanzhou, which had been quiet just now, was also disturbed by violent winds, rain and gunpowder.
People poured onto the streets and looked at the horizon. The rain mixed with the flames of war fell from the sky, wetting oil-paper umbrellas, clothes of all colors, and the ground. It flowed continuously into every corner of Kuanzhou City.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
There was the sound of iron hooves in the rain, and the garrison arrived on horseback. Wearing daggers on their heads and armor, they whipped their whips and marched to the city gate in an orderly manner.
Just when the people thought they were going to the fortress for rescue, they dismounted inside the city gate, occupied the gate tower, arrow tower, and main tower from the outside in, climbed to the top of the main tower, and guarded the partition walls and east-west corridors.
At the same time, soldiers began to close the doorways of the triple building and the urn city.
The southeast city gate of Kuanzhou is the only access to the racecourse and fortress. It has not been closed for many years. The wooden gate has been trapped in the door hinge. The gates under the gate tower and arrow tower can still be moved with difficulty. The main city gate under the main tower The door weighs thousands of gold, and the door bolt weighs hundreds of kilograms. It is not easy to close it again.
Outside the city gate, the soldiers patrolling on the horse farm were shocked when they saw this. One of them rushed forward and shouted loudly: "Who allows you to close the city gate! Why did you close the city gate when the army in the fortress has not retreated?" ?」
While shouting, he led a hundred of his men forward to prevent the garrison from closing the gate of the gate tower.
Cheng Ting suddenly came back to his senses, widened his eyes, stepped forward in the rain, and grabbed Shi Yuan's hand. Everyone in his body and voice trembled: "They want to close the city gate and cut off the retreat of the fort. How can they be so cruel?" ?」
Once the city gate is closed and the 50,000-strong fort is occupied, there are only two options left - either victory or death.
The people in the heavy rain were also shocked. I don't know who shouted "Don't close the city gate", and someone also shouted "Don't close the city gate".
"Don't close it!"
"Don't close it!"
There was a constant stream of shouts, and more and more people came to the city gate. Amidst the rain, some were filled with indignation, some were numb, and some prayed for blessings from gods and Buddhas. However, the bright red flame on the horizon was burning, sparks and rain Falling down the same.
A group of government officials came with an official sedan, stopped in front of the city gate, and pressed down
Open the sedan pole, open the oil-paper umbrella, lift the sedan curtain, and ask Zhizhou Tan Xuan to come out.
Tan Xuan's face was hidden under the oil-paper umbrella and he couldn't see clearly. When he heard the people's shouts, he turned around and shouted: "Close the city gate to protect your lives! If you make any noise again, go out through the city gate and join the fort." Live or die!"
After saying that, he picked up his clothes and hurriedly climbed up to the main building. Seeing that the door hinge was stuck in the door leaf and could not move, he immediately gave an order: "Pour tung oil!"
While the soldiers were going to get the tung oil, he ordered the garrison to capture the soldiers outside the racecourse and wait until after the war before executing them.
The city gate became more and more chaotic. A quarter of an hour later, the fortress soldiers were outnumbered. Their hands were tied, pushed into the city gate, and taken to the government prison cell. Large barrels of tung oil were also transported to the city gate one after another on peace trucks.
The city gate suddenly became quiet, and the sound of rain continued. Barrels of tung oil were carried up to the city tower and poured down along the door hinges. The smell of raw tung oil dissipated in an instant. The tung oil flowing out from the door hinges floated on the rainwater and flowed everywhere.
Then with a "crunch", the outermost gate of the gate tower closed.
The door of the arrow tower was also closed tightly.
Two rows of soldiers stood on both sides of the main gate and began to push the heavy gate.
The city gate with mottled paint rumbled and closed little by little, isolating the fortress into an isolated island.
Cheng Ting looked at the closed city gate, his mind buzzing, and suddenly he heard Xu Huiran's shout from behind him: "Cheng Ting!"
He looked back and saw Xu Huiran getting off the carriage, her belly bulging slightly. It was raining heavily and the ground was slippery. As soon as she took a step while holding the carriage, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The maid rushed to help her, but Cheng Ting called out "Hui Ran", left Shi Yuan behind, rushed forward, leaned over and hugged Xu Huiran, and carried her back to the carriage.
"Why are you here?" He watched Xu Huiran sit down, and then saw that he was wet and dripping with water, so he moved away and sat further away.
"The war has begun, but you haven't come back. I'm worried." Xu Huiran moved her body, sat next to him, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and saw that he looked wrong, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Ting fell into Xu Huiran's warm and fragrant arms, her mind filled with emptiness and confusion: "Huiran, the city gate is closed."
He pursed his lips and suddenly burst into tears like a child who had been wronged to the extreme.
"Leaf...Leaf is still outside, they are all outside...What should I do, Hui Ran, I am really useless..."
Xu Huiran wiped away the tears on his face with one hand, and held his cold and wet hand tightly with the other. It took a lot of effort to stop herself from choking: "Miss Mo will definitely win, she has been great since she was a child."
Like the eldest sister of the Cheng family, she almost grew up watching Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng, who was not very gregarious, never refused to participate in their various banquets, and then rode horses, drank tea, and ate snacks alone, as if he wanted to get a little fireworks from their excitement.
No one expected that she would go to the battlefield, let alone that she might not come back.
