Martial Sage

Roar.

Roar.

The sword slapped the iron shield with a rumbling sound, echoing and overlapping throughout the valley.

The flags swelled and rolled in the wind like a sea tide, and the rows of horses sprayed their noses, shoveling their hooves on the spot, bringing up a piece of dust.

Bang.

The silver gun was inserted upside down into the soil, splashing dust and dust.

The big horseshoe of the bowl was agitatedly paving the soil on the ground, under the orange and yellow cloak, a tall figure with a beast head and bright silver armor, pointed at the city head of Anshi, and shouted.

"In the city, the history of the city! Give you a stick of incense, give me an answer!"

"Do you vote or not!"

When the rough and loud voice shook the front of the city, many soldiers' hands holding the bowstrings were trembling, and some figures rushed down from the city head and rushed towards the palace in the city.

At the hour of today, the horseshoes outside the valley were irritable, and Datang Haohao's soldiers suddenly rushed into the narrow valley road, and set out in battle outside the city of Anshi, as if they were about to attack the city.

The atmosphere in the city suddenly became tense.

The figure riding a horse shuttled through the sparsely populated street, with a heart pounding.

The city that has always been strictly guarded is about to usher in the most critical moment.

In the palace at the end of the reception, a figure was pacing anxiously in the hall.

"This... how can this be good?"

"If we surrender, my relatives who are still in the imperial city will definitely be jailed... Gai Suwen has a reputation abroad... In fact, he is just a tyrant..."

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that my three-year-old will also be murdered by the jailer."

The scribe on the side of the hall, holding the letter of persuasion handed by Tang, raised a pair of bloodshot eyes and looked at the anxious figure.

"The governor, it's unstoppable."

"It's been one night. If you wait any longer, it will be the time for Datang to conquer troops. By then, let's talk about surrender, I'm afraid it is too late!"

"...Family matters...If you don't want to leave it to Zhongmou's hands... Let's pass this immediate difficulty first!"

The two of them were in this hall, discussing countermeasures since the moment they received the letter from Datang's persuasion to surrender.

I haven't slept for the whole night, but I haven't come up with a perfect solution in the end.

From the previous defense, to the final abandonment of the city and surrender, and even the private escape, the two of them had carefully planned, but they were all overthrown in the end.

The city shrouded in the shadow of Datang seemed to have no choice but to surrender.

The pacing figure stopped, and the messy hair swept across his cheeks, revealing ruddy eyes. On the sad face, the corners of his mouth trembled, squeezing out words.

"It's up to you...what can you do if you are a civil servant?"

"I'm afraid that even Gu Qian's Datang frontline can't go around..."

"Master Governor!"

Impatient shouts and hurried footsteps also flowed into the hall.

A figure emerged from the steps and ran in all the way.

"Ju Shi! Datang soldiers called out in front of the city, and they must reply in the hour of a stick of incense. If not, they will... will order the attack!"

Ah?

The face of the figure in the hall suddenly changed, and a pair of blood-red eyes showed a touch of shock. The figure was unstable and swayed for a moment.

The scribe on the side of the hall got up in a hurry and held the figure about to fall.

Tears from the corners of his eyes rushed out in an instant, looking at the trembling figure.

"Gushi! Order! No time... No time!"

The sound of teeth trembling came from the side of the ear, and the rounded voice circulated in the throat, and when it was spit out, it made vague words.

"... son... my wife and son... old man... old man can't help you."

Old tears slipped down his cheeks, and Cishi's face was sad.

The telling soldier lifted up his cold body, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Cashier, let's go to the top of the city first... and... and make peace with Datang!"

"We... the lives of tens of thousands of people in our city are... all in your hands."

It seemed that in an instant, the governor was quite old, his eyes became confused, he nodded himself, and mechanically agreed.

"Up to the top of the city, up to the top of the city."

"Make peace, let's make peace."

Being framed out of the hall, the old man tremblingly boarded the carriage, pulled the gentleman's hand, and said tremblingly.

"Zhong Qian, the old man asked himself that he had never done anything owed in his life, let alone begging anyone."

"But now, the old man can only rely on you..."

The choking sound rang in the carriage, and the rustling words rang softly in the carriage.

"With this surrender, everything in the city will depend on you."

"You scribes can speak well... Go to Datang and say... Don't kill, don't..."

The sound stopped abruptly at the moment the swaying carriage stopped, and the figure fell in the arms of the scribe.

"The governor! The governor!"

A shrill voice sounded under the city, and the man's cry sounded at The next moment.

Creak~

I don't know how long it took before the closed door was opened.

A figure walked out from the empty city gate and hugged the body that was still warm.

The moment the shadow cast by the rounded door slid down on the figure, the scribe slowly knelt on the ground, laying the figure in his arms flat on the ground, tears dripping and a voice of sorrow sounded from the city.

"The surrendered criminals brought the provincial governor to welcome General Datang's entry into the city."

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