Outside the city, the bonfires of Xifan's military camps were filled with bonfires inside and outside the Great Wall, and there were noises, singing and dancing everywhere, killing the beefs and muttons sent by the Dangxiang people to eat meat, drinking and having fun.

In the city, the lights were silent, and the peaceful life had left. In the dark night, the soldiers and people of Yanzhou City all fell asleep in anxiety.

The house of Wu Tingzhu was leaning against the city wall. It was an ordinary house of four and three. There were a few stone balls projected by Xifan people on the road next to it. Fortunately, it did not cause any harm to the two sons of the pavilion.

In the evening, Chief Wu Ting was in a good mood. After he got home, he lifted the cover of the cellar and released the two sons who were hiding in it. Then he asked Nuqiong to cook some soup cakes (noodles from the Tang Dynasty), and the whole family gathered around the fire pit to eat.

"I heard from Xu Cang Superintendent that the city has sufficient reserves of food and fodder. After Fanzi retreats, life will be better." Chief Wu Ting ate the soup cakes, then touched the furry heads of his two sons. The eldest son Wu Wuchi is nine years old and is buried in the soup cakes. The younger son Wu Qingyan is six years old. He is still fiddling with the drum while eating, and the dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong

Wuchi in Yanzhou is rich in the best green salt and can be used directly as money.

Chief Wu Ting felt that his sons would not have much wealth in the future, so he directly gave these two casual names.

Nu Qiong was beside him, and had not eaten the soup cake yet, and was helping the man wipe the blood from his clothes and lower his head.

"I have been the pavilion chief for ten years. According to the regular routine, I will have to be promoted after the eighth exam of the foreign official. I have also thought that if the envoy really gives me a face and recommends me to the Imperial Medical Office in the capital, people will have to go to a higher place. I will agree to take you and your children to Chang'an, and life will always be better than Yanzhou."

"Well..." Nuqiong has been here for ten years and has never liked to talk much.

The next morning, the battle of Xifan siege suddenly fell silent. After removing the cannons they arranged, they threw a few stone balls into the city from time to time, the camp was surprisingly quiet.

Only experienced veterans understand that they told the people around them that Fanzi was preparing for the most violent attack.

This is a moment of tranquility before the storm.

At the end of Yanzhou city, the sound of Qiang tubes sounded. The Tang soldiers, whose armor was covered in dust and frost, looked at the stretching mountains in the south, eager to see the flags of their reinforcements.

Chief Wu Ting and Nu Qiong climbed the Ximen wall again today, bandaged the wounds and provided medicinal herbs for the soldiers, and worked hard forever.

At this time, Nuqiong looked at the crimson ancient Great Wall opposite, and the red lanterns on Ma Chongying's banner were different from yesterday and the day before yesterday: the rule was that one was missing every day, but now only one was left.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound exploded.

"Fan Zi Feizhao beats the Nanmen City Tower!"

"The envoy has gone to the south gate and goes with me."

The entire Yanzhou City was full of chaos again. The governor Du Xiquan and the main military generals were wearing armor and climbing to the south gate and organizing defense.

As a result, the battle was not until dusk. The Xifan army was really fierce. They used flying cannons and goose cars to "tear" the city defense at the south gate of Yanzhou City. The city wall at the south gate was once more than ten feet, and the situation was extremely critical: Du Xiquan's eyes were covered with blood. While telling most of the soldiers and people in the city to come here to repair it quickly, while holding the sword himself, fighting bloody battles with the soldiers, and attacking waves of foreign soldiers who were climbing up one after another.

"Still persist, wait a little longer, the heavenly soldiers will come to reinforce Yanzhou within three days!" Du Xi was hoarse and cheered up his morale, and asked the military mansion to take out all the money and silk to reward the soldiers guarding the city.

After nightfall, fierce battles at the South Gate remained endless: there were torches on the city and below the city. Ma Chongying came to the South Gate to supervise the battle and instructed waves of servants Dangxiang and Tuyuhun soldiers to set up ladders without hesitation, and attacked upwards without hesitation, while the warriors of Xifan were behind him. On the city, all the soldiers and civilians in Yanzhou were red-eyed. While throwing stones down, they also demolished the houses and wood and stones on the edge of the city to fill and renovate the city.

Under the west gate wall of Wuyuan, in the house of Wu You, the head of the pavilion, pulled the two children's clothes and laid the cover of the cellar, and then held up the candlelight to illuminate several steps inside. "Wuchi, take good care of Ah's brother here, Ah's father and Ah's mother came to the city to help with defense."

Wu Wuchi nodded, hugged Qingyan's arm, stuffed a dongdong drum into Adi's hand, and then the two children went down the steps and crouched obediently in the darkness, with four bright eyes looking at A's father and mother.

At this moment, Nuqiong suddenly burst into tears.

Chief Wu Ting looked at the child, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Qingyan cried and asked her father, when will this battle end?

Brother Wu Chi said to Ah brother very well, don’t be afraid. The envoy said that there will be heavenly soldiers coming here soon in Lingwu City and Qingzhou City. At that time, Fan Zi will be defeated and we will be saved. Then we will be able to eat the soup cakes made by Ah Mother happily.

"Be good, stop talking." Chief Wu Ting said, and slowly closed the cover.

In Wu Chi's eyes, the light became narrower and narrower as the cover fell, and in the end there was only a gap left. He widened his eyes and tried hard to stick to the gap. The remaining light reflected on his black pupils: He wanted to look at Ah Father and Ah Mother again!

"Nuqiong, we have to hurry up. The war in the South Gate is too fierce, and many people are injured. You go there first with your medicine bag. I will give the key to the Ximen Tower to Wang Yuhou, and then come to the South Gate to meet you. Alas, there are too few doctors in the city, so I can't throw it down the Ximen temporarily..." Wu You tied his forehead, then put on an ochre robe, took off a copper belt from the wall to tie it, and then sighed and held a certain hopeful tone, "The foreign soldiers are all attacking the Nanmen. Ximen should be fine tonight. Buddha blessed Nuqiong, hand me my horizontal knife."

After saying that, Chief Wu turned around from the wall.

His woman, Nuqiong, had already carried the medicine bag, and took her husband's sword and walked towards him.

"You go out first, take care of yourself...ah!" Before Chief Wu Ting finished his words, Nu Qiong suddenly pulled out the scabbard, held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and took a step forward suddenly. Chief Wu Ting's chest hurt a sharp pain, and the blade passed through his chest and stabbed it hard on the wall behind him.

"Father!" Wu Chi in the cellar, his pupils contracted and trembled. He saw with his own eyes that the dearest mother stabbed her dearest father's chest with a horizontal knife.

Ah Father's shoulders were shaking and pressed against the wall, his face as pale as paper.

"Nuqiong, Nuqiong..." Wu Tingchang lowered his eyes and saw his blood flowing out along the horizontal knife. Then he looked at the woman who had been with him for ten years, his face full of pain and confusion.

Ten years ago, when the Xifan army retreated, the people of Yanzhou discovered her under a tree beside the Baichi Lake. At that time, she looked at the direction of her army leaving, and was at a loss. The kind-hearted people asked her why she was left behind. She said she was a lowly mediocre person. She was originally the soldiers who came to the camp to shepherd cattle and horses. As a result, when the cow grew up, they got sick. Cao Chang, who belonged to her camp, was afraid that her illness would be transmitted to the entire team, so he threw her down.

It was Chief Wu Ting who took her in and helped her cure her illness, and later lived with her for ten years.

"Nuqiong, it's been ten years...why are you?" Wu You gasped in pain, asking Nuqiong who was crying loudly before he was dying.
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