Chapter 750: Ice and fire two days

The Beijing night winds in February are still chilly, but this does not stop the night market.
The restaurant in the daytime has closed the door, but the restaurant at night is brightly lit. With the night light all the streets are filled with the aroma of wine and balsamic powder, and the smiles of the women are looming.
Street vendors, hot fires, brightly swaying lanterns, even near the middle of the night, attracted many people to linger.
The drunken people who were eating in the restaurant were sitting under the sheep soup shed on the street. They drank the hot mutton soup and let the night wind blow the sip.
"Zhao Laoge, Zhao Laoge." Someone passed by him and thought about what to stop and asked, "How is the beating in the north?"
After more than a month of killing, the Northland warfare from the beginning of the month is no longer the most concerned thing for the capital people, and sometimes even forgets that it is still fighting.
The official residence of Zhao, who was called Zhao’s brother, screamed, and seemed to think about it seriously.
"Nothing, and the Jin people are deadlocked at the border." He said, and he didn't care if he saw the world. "This big gold and big week, I see it, who can't help but who is at the border every year." It’s noisy."
Next to the diners, they took the sheep soup and nodded.
"No," he said. "Although it was said that the Jin people had stepped through the Central Plains in the past, but we are not the same as the big ones in the big week. It is not surprising that the big Qi is quite wild and equal to the big money. It is not surprising. The big world of our big week, even if it is caught off guard, is not without the power to fight back."
"That is, they have raised these soldiers for more than a decade. They are not eating in white." Many people followed and nodded. They looked relaxed. "When Chenggong took the capital, we saw the soldiers."
In the words, the country is mentioned, and the atmosphere is stagnant.
Cheng Guogong is said to have defected to the land of the Jinren, and may lead the Jin people to fight.
That boasted that the country is powerful, isn’t it that the people of Kwain are amazing?
This is really heart-rending.
"The soldier is a soldier, it will be." The little surname Zhao, with a few smiles that you don’t understand, said slowly, "The hero of the country is so famous, but also because of bravery, he ran. The soldiers can't run, no soldiers, he counts."
That’s right, everyone is busy nodding.
"Moreover, there is not Qinghe Bo." The boss who sells the sheep soup, holding a spoon, said while stirring the big pot. "You are young, you only know Cheng Guogong, don't forget that Qing Hebo was also famous." Just staying in the south, everyone is not very concerned."
This makes everyone more comfortable.
"Don't care about those things, we don't need to worry about it." Someone said with a smile, drunkenly grabbed the sheep soup bowl. "There are big adults, the emperor is not in a hurry. We are at the foot of the emperor, this is the safest." local."
As for the other places, they can't manage it.
Everyone laughed, and there was a noise coming from the side.
"Come on, Xiao Xiao’s night swims."
Xiao Jieer is a popular girl in the newly-recognized faculty, attracting countless sons and grandfathers to make a lot of money. It’s hard to see people like them.
I heard that she took a flower boat night tour, and suddenly the street was like a boiling pot of water, and they rushed to the sides of the river.
But see the river in the river, the women in the ring of jade, the bamboo string Kabuki, if the fairy mountain, the riverside crowds, from time to time someone was squeezed down the river caused a laughter, and some people throw the fragrant flowers on the color boat .
In the end, I don’t know which rich people simply throw a big sum of money into the river, attracting countless people to jump down the river to fight for it, almost blocking the flower boat to swim, the flowers on the boat screaming and screaming again and again, fascinating This evening, He Xi.
Compared with the night market of the outer city, the inner city where the palace is located has fallen into the silence of the night, just like two heavens and the earth.
But at this time, the diligence hall was still bright and bright.
"Your knees down."
An official trotting in the road.
In the hall, Huang Cheng and other five cabinet ministers couldn’t help but walk a few steps, and the emperor on the throne stood up.
"How? Is there any news?" he asked eagerly.
Officials sweated in the cold night, not knowing whether they were running too fast or worried.
"There is." He gasped and said, "The five-way reinforcements have arrived in Puyin, nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses."
Huang Cheng and others are relieved.
"This is fine."

It’s very timely and timely.

"Sufficient to confront, enough to fight."
Everyone said that the emperor also sat back in his chair.
"Qing He Bo?" he asked what he thought.
The official hesitated.
"Qinghe Bo has no new news for the time being," he said.
The old message was that there was no news, that is, I didn’t know how to live.
No new news? Is that still not knowing how to live and die?
The people present were a bit unsightly.
"But don't worry about your majesty." The official said in a hurry. "Qing Hebo also arranged for everyone to assist in the attack when the fire was ordered. At this time, the troops were in place."
That would be good, even if it was not possible to save Qinghe Bo, this battle is enough for Jin people to cope.
The golden people are greedy and timid, and they are afraid of one hand, and they can give it some benefits.
The emperor looked at Huang Cheng.
"Can the golden man's messenger be contacted?" he asked.
Huang Cheng leaned over and answered.
"I have already contacted, I am waiting for a reply." He said without hesitation.
The emperor nodded.
"No matter what they say, let's talk about it first," he said.
What conditions should be down? This is too much to lose the country, and there are officials frowning.
"Your Majesty." He couldn't help but speak.
The emperor interrupted him impatiently.
"Not all of them promised, the Jinren children will first lie to avoid the suffering of the people," he said.
Probably nervous and anxious by this sudden war, the emperor is more arrogant than the previous arbitrariness, and is very rude to the officials who raise objections.
Well, let’s take a look at Qing Hebo’s siege war. Officials leaned over.
The emperor looked at several ministers in the temple.
"And, Qinghe Bo is besieged, everyone must be kept secret." He said, "Only a few of you know, can't spread."
The officials looked at each other.
Is such a big thing going to lie?
"This kind of news can't be spread now, so as not to affect the morale to disturb the people's hearts, and the riots will make it easier for the Jin people to have opportunities." The emperor said.
More importantly, Qing Hebo was appointed by him. Such a waste was trapped in the first battle, and it was inevitable that he would be killed.
"Yeah." He sighed. "In the first month of the new year, the people are so scared, and there is a flaw in their hearts."
There are some truths to this, but sometimes scare is also a wake-up call.
A few of the officials have a complicated look, and Huang Cheng has already bowed respectfully.
"His holy," he said, and finished the subconsciously looking at the young man standing by.
People who shouldn't have been present in such an important occasion are still there, but this time he didn't say the next sacred sacred, just standing on the side and listening carefully and carefully.
However, the emperor was not in the mood to care about his own sacredness and sacredness at the moment. It was not a glorious thing. No one was stupid.
He was slightly annoyed and glanced at Huang Cheng.
"There is no way to expedite it," he said.
Other officials are not good at saying anything else, and they are leaning over.
Ning Yunyu stopped the pen slightly down, and covered the shackles and sinking of the fundus.
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The land near the capital city is warmer than the northern land. There are small grasses on the ground that are tempted in the morning light, and the cautious gods develop a green figure.
The stout horseshoes stepped over, leaving a pit, the dust rising, and the green grass being trampled.
The man immediately slammed the horse and stopped in the humming sound. The armor of the body slammed into a squeaking sound.
This is the two soldiers dressed in sentinel, looking at the front with amazement.
This is a country road. At this time, there is a man lying on the ground in the morning mist, and there are still baskets on his body.
They are very familiar here, not far from Luojiacun, the people on the ground curled up and could not see the face, but the basket and the broken fork that fell off the side have already recognized it.
"Isn't this a Luozizi?" said a sentinel, and took a bit of jokes. "How do you lie on the ground? Isn't this the cow dung, gold?"
When he said this, he raised his voice, but the people on the ground still seemed to be asleep.
Things are not right, the two sentries are busy.
"Are you sick?" They asked, and they immediately yelled at Lema.
The person lying on the ground is not curling up, but has no head at all.
what happened?
The two sentinels jumped off the horse and looked horrified.
"Head." A sentry shouted, pointing at the big tree on the side.
A dry head with a skull on it, it seems to have been thrown away.
This technique is too cruel.
Who would have such a big hatred with a disabled villager who picked up cow dung?
"Sickle incision." A sentinel snorted on the floor and looked at Luo's neck and whispered, swallowing his mouth and raising his head. "A knife is cut, this kind of force is such a sharp sickle is not common..."
Yes, even this is not the case in their army, but they have seen this sickle.
The faces of the two sentinels turned white.
Golden cavalry.
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The village in front is sleeping in the mist, very quiet.
The resulting hooves are particularly loud.
"Slow." A sentinel stopped the horse. "The situation is wrong."
He jumped off the horse and took various weapons from the horse back and hung it on his body.
Yes, the village is different from the town. The villagers are working early, and it is impossible to sleep in the sun. What's more, even the chickens and are not.
The two sentinels swallowed, dropped the horse, clenched the pistol in their hands, and slowly walked toward the village.
The village is dead.
The nearest house door was wide open and two sentinels walked in.
"Ronald seven." They shouted, subconsciously depressed the voice.
Even if the sound is low, it can be heard in the house.
But no one responded. The two sentinels made a look and touched the door. One stood by the door and one lifted his foot to the door.
Just hit the door and opened, the sentinel almost fell, but fortunately immediately stabilized, standing in the room and saw the people on the ground.
Bloodstained.
Not only goes to bed, but a woman is holding two children stacked, and the blood is dyed through the bed.
problem occurs!
The footsteps sounded in the village, and the doors were opened one after another. All the exceptions were seen by the dead.
There are in the yard, in the house, everywhere.
The whole village was slaughtered overnight.
The two sentinels stood in the village, their legs twitching slightly, and they were bloodless.
They have not seen the dead, but this terrible scene is the first time I see it.
How is this going?
"Is it a mountain thief?" a sentry whispered.
The other turned around.
"No matter what, go report to the adults," he said.
The entire massacre of the village has not been reported to the government alone, and the local garrison is also involved.
He just turned and there was a person in sight.
The sentinel could not help but scream.
Anyone who has just seen the half-village’s dead must be scared by the living people who suddenly popped up.
This is the person who came out of an alley.
Are there survivors?
The sentinel was relieved.
"Fellow, what is going on..." he shouted.
When the words were just exported, they were caught by the sentinel next to them, and the sound of the collidion between the companions came from the ear.
"Gold...gold..."
What is gold?
The sentinel’s sight also saw the person standing in front of him.
The man was short and strong, wearing a copper quilted armor, holding a fine iron trowel in his hand, and his face was covered with a strange smile.
Jin Bing!
Is he dreaming?
How did Jin Bing appear here?
The sentinel was wide-eyed, and the subconscious was going to pull out the bow and arrow behind him, but it was still a step later. The cold light flashed, and the golden soldier had already rushed over, and the long sickle slammed straight.
Blood is splashing.
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(Today is even more.)