The young man came to Wu Chun and bowed again: "The villain is Solangeji."
"So you are the Solangdeji who went to the house to put out the fire?" Wu Chun looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Tubo with interest.
Solangeji was overjoyed and bowed again: "Sir, I think the gate tower is my gate tower. How can I let the rebels burn it and rush up to put out the fire involuntarily?"
"Well said, well said." Wu Chun patted Solangeji on the shoulder and said happily to him: "The city wall and gate tower are our defense lines and cannot be burned by the rebels."
"Sir, you are the heavenly soldiers and generals sent by Manjushri Bodhisattva. We are very happy to see you defeat batches of rebels." Solangeji felt impressed and kept praising him.
Wu Chun felt happy after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask: "What did you think at the beginning?"
"Start, start?" Solangeji scratched his head and said sheepishly, "I heard that the rebels want to rob our workshop, and our salary will be greatly reduced. We have to come out to assist you, but we dare not worry about the outcome of the battle. affim."
"Of course, you have never participated in our battle, and you are right to have this idea." Wu Chun nodded, confirming Solangeji's statement, and then asked, "Are you confident now."
"Of course, although there were many rebels, they were still defeated by the heavenly soldiers and generals of Manjushri Bodhisattva." Solangeji bowed again, and suddenly he asked with some embarrassment, "Sir, I want to join the security group. I wonder if that’s okay?”
He had buried this idea in his heart for a long time and wanted to express it.
Although he has this idea, he needs others to agree.
Seeing that Wu Chun admired him very much, Solangeji couldn't help but think about it and speak out.
"Solang, how old are you?" Wu Chun asked in reaction without answering.
When Solangeji asked him his age, he knew there was something wrong: "The villain is not yet seventeen years old this year."
"That's right, do you have any brothers?" Wu Chun asked next. This is the rule of the security team. For an only child, no matter how outstanding he is, he cannot have one.
War is cruel, and Zhaojiazhuang does not want the old man to die without children.
Solangeji didn't know why Wu Chun asked this question, but he finally answered: "Tell me, sir, I have a younger brother, but he is young, only ten years old."
"That's very good, then I will hire you, but there is still half a year's inspection period." Wu Chun felt happy and said solemnly.
Wu Chun didn't know Solangeji very well, he just heard about it.
The Security Corps also has regulations that require a half-year assessment period for non-Han people to join.
Solangeji didn't know what a limited half-year inspection meant, but he knew Wu Chun had agreed.
He immediately knelt down, knelt down three times and bowed nine times, and said with a sob, "Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome, the security team doesn't like kowtowing." Wu Chun helped him up and advised him kindly, "From now on, I will be Paoze, and I can no longer call him master."
"You can't call me Master, then what do you call me?" Solangeji had an idea and continued to kowtow, "Master, Master."
"Okay, you are a good disciple. I will accept it as my master." Wu Chun did not refuse this time. He took his hands back and kowtowed to him.
Solangeji had tears in his eyes. Not only did he join the security group and become a member of the heavenly soldiers and generals under Manjushri Bodhisattva, he also had a master.
What is a master? He is a teacher for a day and a father for a lifetime. Although they are not father and son, their relationship is like that of father and son.
Wu Chun is actually less than two years older than Solangeji, but he must have outstanding abilities to become the corps leader.
Since he wants to be Solangeji's master, he must pass on all his skills to him.
Solange Guitar also looked at it. He is in good health and not too old. It is time to learn skills.
Wu Chun selects disciples, one of whom must be young and the other who must be loyal.
What really robbed Wu Chun of his heart was his words about our workshop and our gate tower.
In the minds of many people, this workshop and gate tower belong to Zhaojiazhuang and belong to the Han people.
But Solangeji regards this workshop as his own home, which comes from the affection and love from his heart.
With a bang, another loud noise suddenly came from the gate tower.
Wu Chun was shocked when he saw it: "The flint fell on the roof gate tower, put out the fire immediately."
After saying that, he immediately climbed up the wooden ladder towards the roof.
"Master, disciple, go up immediately." Solangeji said while climbing up another wooden ladder.
The two went up and saw a huge flint stuck in the middle of the roof, which was already burning.
Not only did it burn fiercely, but the flames illuminated almost half of the roof.
Solangeji immediately shouted: "Master, this flint is much bigger than the one during the day."
"River sand, river sand." Wu Chun and Solangeji shouted down, "This flint is very big and needs a lot of river sand."
"No." There were voices of agreement below.
Soon, a group of security guards and chariots came up one after another carrying dustpans.
A poor man bowed and said to Wu Chun in embarrassment: "Master, I can't see clearly at night, so I can't carry it up with a load."
"I know that's the case." Wu Chun thought for a while, "Well, there's no need to pick it up. Everyone lines up on wheels and passes the river sand up. Wouldn't it be faster?"
"No." The Chaba agreed and stood on the roof of the building and said to the Chaba below, "The master said that everyone should line up in a wheel and pass the river sand up on the wheel."
This man is the deputy third chief, his name is Tsering Rigzin, and his status among the Chapas is only lower than Solangdeji.
Seeing that Solangeji had already become a disciple, he also wanted to join the security group and also wanted to become a disciple of Wu Chun.
After hearing the arrangements made by the deputy third chief, the subordinates agreed and immediately formed a wheel to pass the river sand one after another.
Tsering Rigzin conveyed the river sand to Wu Chun and Sonam Deji, and said with a smile: "Sir, this method is easy to use, and the river sand was transferred quickly."
"Of course this method is easy to use, but there are gains and losses, and it requires a lot of manpower." Wu Chun took a breath and smiled bitterly, "It's night now, I can't see clearly, so this is the only way."
"Sir, it's true. The flint is very big now, so of course it requires more manpower." Tsering Rigzen looked at the flint and comforted Wu Chun.
At this moment, there was a sudden creaking sound from the roof.
Wu Chun used river sand to extinguish the fire with the flint. He was shocked when he saw it. "This flint is too big. The purlins have been burned many times and are somewhat rotten. The flint is about to fall."
"Sir, I'm going down to catch the flint." After hearing this, Tsering Rigzin immediately went down the ladder.
He shouted to a group of his men: "The flint on the roof is about to fall. Quickly use the Eight Immortals Table to catch it."
"No." Several of the ten commanders and five commanders of the Ba People's Army immediately agreed and immediately stood up against the Eight Immortals Table.
Seeing that Solangeji had become a soldier of the security regiment and was accepted as a disciple by Wu Chun, all of these bad guys became excited.
The gate tower is not only one of the first lines of defense, but also a rest room for the security team and Chaba.
Xiong Zezhong, Xiong Bing, Xiong Min and others were all in the gate tower command room, discussing issues.
There were tallow candles all around the gate tower, illuminating the inside.
In front of them was an Eight Immortals table with a map on it.
This map is none other than the South Gate attack and defense map.
A soldier came in and reported: "General, the flint is about to fall from above. Please get out of the way quickly."
Hearing this, the people inside couldn't help but look up towards the roof.
"Sure enough, there is a flint, and it looks like it will fall." Xiong Bing hurriedly put away the map.
Xiong Min also hurriedly took away the Eight Immortals Table. This Eight Immortals Table was not covered with a wet quilt and could not withstand the blow of the flint.
At this time, a creaking sound came from the roof. It was obvious that the roof could no longer bear the weight of this huge stone.
Tsering Rigzin came in with four people at this time, resisting the wet blankets of the Eight Immortals Table.
Tsering Rigzin kept shouting: "Left and left, left and right, left and right."
Not long after they arrived, the boulder fell down with a bang.
This boulder is about half a foot long and has a rectangular shape, with a few flames burning on it.
Apparently, the huge flint had burned the purlins, and the purlins could no longer bear the weight, so the flint fell from the roof of the gate tower.
The other Chaba immediately found river sand and sprinkled it on the flint, and the flames were finally extinguished.
Xiong Zezhong looked at the roof and saw that the moonlight was already shining through the hole.
"Zijun, please arrange for craftsmen to repair the roof immediately to prevent rain leakage." Xiong Zezhong frowned and ordered Xiong Bing.
Xiong Bing bowed his hands and said, "No."
Then he took a group of his men and spent the night looking for craftsmen to repair the roof.
On the roof, Wu Chun tried his best to put out the fire, but he didn't expect that the flint fire could not be extinguished for a while, and he couldn't help but feel upset.
"Master, someone has already caught the flint below. The flint is too big. This is not your fault." Seeing Wu Chun's expression, Solangeji naturally knew what he was thinking and hurriedly comforted him.
"Master knows this, now go find some thatch." Wu Chun told Solangeji.
Solangeji was a little confused and asked puzzledly: "Master, why are you looking for thatch? Didn't the general arrange for craftsmen to repair it?"
"I don't know when the craftsmen will come. Most of them may come during the day. After all, it is difficult to see clearly at night and make repairs." Wu Chun looked up at the moon, shook his head and said, "The moon is starting to get hairy, and there are dark clouds drifting over. It is very possible. And rain and snow.”
"No, my disciple understands." After saying that, he quickly climbed down through the ladder and looked for thatch.
Seeing Solangeji going down, Wu Chun couldn't help but look at the rebels on the city wall.
Looking at the rebels on the ground, his eyes widened.
Several rockets actually crossed the table array and flew towards the gate tower.
He immediately pulled out his killing knife and slashed at the rocket.
Dangdang, a rocket was chopped down by him, but fell on the roof.
There were three more that he couldn't cut off, and they were nailed to the roof tiles, burning even more fiercely.
He shouted to the soldiers below: "Put out the fire, put out the fire, there are rebel rockets above."
After several soldiers and Chaba heard this, they immediately took the river sand and started to extinguish the fire of the rocket.
Seeing that the fire of the rocket was extinguished, Wu Chun was not only unhappy, but also extremely worried.
There is a large hole in the roof here where people were fighting. If a rocket fell from here, it would most likely burn the gate tower.
After a cup of tea, Solangeji finally came up.
Seeing the thatch in his hand, Wu Chun was shocked and said to him: "Suo Lang, there are rockets here, you can't use thatch, thatch is flammable."
"Master, what should we do?" Solangeji held thatch in his hand and had no idea for a moment.
