There are Ruolu Prison, which specializes in imprisoning illegal officials and wealthy families, Xiting Prison, which houses female prisoners, and Pengcheng Prison, which is the largest prison and is responsible for detaining humble civilians and bandits.

Of course, every time there is a war, there will be civil unrest. After the massacre in Xuzhou, there were many bandits and thugs who took advantage of the situation. At this time, the three prisons were all overcrowded, and they were no longer as distinct as before.

Just like Lu Prison, now it is not only some prisoners with special status that are being detained, but also some death row prisoners who have committed the most heinous crimes.

Therefore, even though the royal army was pressing down on the territory, many jailers from the other two prisons were sent to assist in defending the city, while Ruolu Prison still retained nearly a hundred jailers to guard it.

At first glance, the place is still heavily guarded, but if the prisoners inside are paying attention, they can clearly feel that the guarding here is far less than before.

Not in numbers, but in attitude.

"Did something big happen?"

In the innermost cell.

A scribe who was about forty years old discovered this keenly.

He was wearing a blue robe of extraordinary material and exquisite workmanship. He had a good appearance and a good expression, and his complexion was fair and rosy. At first glance, he was from a good family.

What's even more strange is that even though he is in jail or in prison, he seems to have never suffered any hardship and is still well-dressed and handsome.

This is surprising.

Since it is a place where nobles are imprisoned, compared to most prisons in this world, the environment in Ruolu Prison is indeed much better.

But even so, a prisoner is always a prisoner, so why does this scribe act as if he is in charge of the post?

Not only was there no trace of decadence or panic, he was actually holding a feather fan in his hand at this moment.

You should know that it is only mid-spring at this time, and the weather is far from hot. Not to mention that the dungeon is humid, but also cool. The meaning of this feather fan is probably more about the so-called elegance and deportment, right?

What happened?

The scribe thought about what he saw, and looked around again. His mind moved, and he began to make more guesses.

Sure enough it’s not right!

Those who are about to be imprisoned are not of his status, but are real repeat robbers.

If calculated according to time, he should have been interrogated yesterday, but at this time, he was still in the cell.

Taking advantage of a jailer passing by on his routine patrol, the scribe finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked directly.

"What big thing happened recently?"

When the jailer saw the scribe asking such an impolite question, he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he bowed consciously and replied respectfully: "Sir."

Then he thought for a while, seemingly hesitating whether to say anything, and finally said after a while: "If we talk about things, a lot of things happened, but the biggest thing is probably that a group of unidentified tribesmen came to surround our city.

The outer wall has even been breached!"

"What?" This sentence made the scribe's face change drastically. He immediately stood up and came forward to ask: "Didn't Cao's army retreat to Yanzhou before I was imprisoned? Which prince came to invade?"

"How many men and horses are there?"

The jailer thought for a while and replied uncertainly: "Tens of thousands of people, I don't know the details."

"It's dangerous!" After hearing this answer, as a local and knowledgeable, the scribe thought for a moment and sighed: "The internal stability of our city is far inferior to that of the external fortress. Since the enemy has broken through to this point, it has become a besieged city.

situation!"

He looked at the jailer again: "Has the Prime Minister sent someone to ask Tao Qian for help?"

"If we don't hurry, it will be too late."

The jailer was not surprised that the scribe was so rude and called the governor of Xuzhou by his first name.

After all, even a humble citizen like him knew that Tao Qian was the reason why a local celebrity with little talent and learning, such as a scribe, was in this situation.

Tao Qian admired his reputation and promoted scribes as outstanding talents, but was unexpectedly rejected. In anger, he ordered Prime Minister Pengcheng to imprison him.

But even so, both the state minister and the prison officer treated the scribes with courtesy and courtesy.

There is no other way. This scholar has become famous at a young age and has been famous for a long time. He is also the leader of the local scholars in Pengcheng. He really cannot be ignored.

"Ask for help?" The jailer thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Sir, the thieves raided at night and came too fast. When the city noticed it, they were directly outside the inner city and surrounded all sides. I think they just want to ask for help, so I'm afraid they can't.

I can’t leave the city.”

At this point, the jailer consciously made a mistake. After all, no matter how famous the scribe was, he was still a prisoner, but he shouldn't have said so much to him.

At this time, the scribe also fell into a trance, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, and the jailer took the opportunity to slip away.

A song of unknown origin?

Raid?

The scribe sat down slowly and began to think through the limited information in the jailer's words.

"Cao Cao is victorious in the battle with Lu Bu. I'm afraid he will have to recuperate and recuperate. He will not invade our territory again in the short term."

"And if we want to launch a surprise attack, there is the East China Sea to the east of Pengcheng. If the East China Sea is lost, and the Prime Minister is not a foolish and loyal person, I am afraid he has already asked for surrender, and he will definitely not continue to resist."

"Langya is to the north. If we attack from here, with the three cities of Yinping, Fuyang, and Wuyuan in front, even if they fall overnight, they will surely light beacon towers and light up smoke to warn our city, so the outer city will not fall so easily.

"

Before the scribe was imprisoned, Wang Zheng was still in Linzi and had not moved eastward. Little did he know that half of Langya had fallen to the Yellow Turbans at this time.

"Then it can only come from Yuzhou in the southwest!"

With a snap sound, the scholar's feather fan closed, his eyes flashed with light, and he had already made a guess.

"Unknown?" The scribe shook his head with a sarcastic smile: "Prime Minister, you can't be so stupid."

"You don't dare to declare it with your mouth and show it to the public, right?"
Chapter completed!