The Longest Day in Chang’an

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These ten staying backyards are responsible for all the affairs of the ten ambassadors in the capital, ranging from the dispatch of money and food, the movement of officials, the presentation of the concert, and the travel of family members and the purchase of gifts. It also has an unspeakable job of serving as an intelligence station in various places in Beijing, which not only collects local intelligence and summarizes it to the court, but also serves as the eyes and ears of the commissioner in Beijing.

The incident of the Turkic Wolf Guard attacking the capital was first discovered by Shuo Fangliu's backyard, and then reported to the court. The Jing'an Division took over that later.

The ambassador is a big client of Shoucaolang, who is usually entrusted by staying in the backyard. Shou Zhuolang set up his place in Pingkangfang, and communication was naturally more convenient.

It seems that today, destined to enter Pingkang Square twice.

Zhang Xiaojing moved his fingers while thinking. The wound on the little finger of the left hand was painful again. He was about to leave, and suddenly heard a brigade soldier outside came running in panic. Tan Qi recognized that he was the one who was sent to the Jing'an Division of Guangdefang, so he stopped him and asked how he came back.

"Jing Ansi was attacked!" The soldiers cried and gasped, "The whole hall burned up!"

The Jing'an Hall of Guangdefang is becoming brighter than ever. Countless stars and flames sprang from the walls, they engulfed the building frantically, making crackling sounds, and every finger was growing wildly. It won't take long for these flames to converge in one place, turning the Jing'an Grand Hall into a big torch that is inferior to any colored lantern in West City. At the same time, the left and right side of the hall also blazed.

Before the fire took shape, the extremely dark smoke had taken the lead, and Mars was circling around, like a black dragon splashing into the night sky. The smoke color is extremely dark and intense, and it also has a pungent smell. The night sky that had been illuminated by the lights of Zhufang was re-blackened by this piece of smoke.

The watchtowers far and near all waved purple lanterns to the headquarters in vain, waiting for a response destined no more.

Many Jing'an officials rushed out of the main gate and the partial gate, and they were all in a state of embarrassment. Someone fell to the ground, some shouted for help, and even some people still had a fire on their backs, and they screamed screamingly as they ran.

Fortunately, Chang'an has always attached great importance to the fire hazards of the last Yuan Festival. Every year, when he arrives at the lantern festival, he arranges a large number of martial arts to stand by at any time. At the sight of the Guangdefang fire, the fire fighters of the nearby Zhufang immediately responded and rushed over to this side. It's just that there are too many people watching the lanterns. They are on the road and it takes twice as much time.

The rescue that arrived early had too few manpower to rescue the survivors first, and then ensured that the fire would not spread to the surrounding buildings. For the hall itself, it is completely helpless.

After many officials fled to safety, they squatted on the ground and wept bitterly against the fire. The main hall and the left and right side halls store a lot of important documents and materials, which are completely burned down. Without these, it is impossible to carry out the case of major cases, and the Jingan Division will lose the most important insight.

In the hearts of these survivors, there is an indescribable image of terror. Before they escaped from the main hall, they saw that the huge Changan sandbox in the hall was shrouded in fire: the ground on Suzaku Street was cracked, and the music melted in the tongue of the fire, and the smoke rose in the Qujiang pool The squares collapsed and collapsed one after another-it was a hell-like scenery. Everyone who saw this scene was overwhelmed by this huge ominous sign.

The fire alarmed all government offices around. From Wuhoupu in Fangjiao to the bad people in Jingzhao Mansion, from Bianjunjun to Youxiaowei, they all sent people to try to get close, trying to figure out what happened. There were also many tourists and idlers who watched the lanterns, thinking that this was a new gimmick, so they gathered together and watched curiously.

The position of the Jing'an Division is too sensitive. If it catches fire at this time, it will inevitably attract attention from all sides.

It stands to reason that at this time, you should first try to rescue the documents in the temple, and then try to restore the communication function of the Dawanglou and dispatch the armies to arm. However, two chiefs, He Zhizhang and Li Bi, were in critical condition and one was held hostage. Jing An Du Wei and the brigade army coach were far away in Yiningfang. The principal Xu Bin was also missing.

Jing Anji was like a giant shot by a poisoned bow and arrow, and he collapsed to the ground all at once, without any consciousness.

A team of cavalry rushed over quickly, and the lower edge of their shoulder helmets was covered with leopard skin. At first glance, they knew that they were elite leopards belonging to the right Xiaowei. Leopard riders waved their whips and drove out the onlookers violently, and soon cleared a safe space near the scene of the fire. Gan Shoucheng, dressed in a uniform, was hurried over by a dozen guards.

Outside of the imperial city, it did not belong to the right Xiaowei guard. However, Gan Shoucheng happened to be in the vicinity and hurried over.

Gan Shoucheng raised his head and observed the fire in the hall without a word, with no expression on his tight face. A guard next to him smiled and said: "Jing Ansi burned us, and he was retaliated within a few hours. This modern newspaper is also very refreshing ..." When he reached his thigh, he hurt him so much.

Gan Shoucheng whispered: "Shut up your dog's mouth!" At this moment, there was no pleasure in revenge in his heart, only fear.

Just now I have found a few surviving scholars. According to the survivors' description, a group of masked men who claimed to be "crickets" raided the Jing'an Division, carried out some killings and destruction, and then quickly took the Li Sicheng to leave before the outsiders were aware. Before leaving, they also sprayed a lot of petrol and kerosene to burn the whole hall and the side hall.

The layman would only be shocked by the cruelty of the raiders, but Gan Shoucheng, who had been in the military for decades, heard the chill of the bones. How bold and confident the controller needs to come up with such a plan to hit the center.

This raid, whether it is the grasp of prior information, the formulation of the plan, and the decisiveness in execution, has shown a very high level. Just like a member of an unknown young man who rides alone, in the army of the army, he took the general's head. Gan Shoucheng did not think that any forbidden army in Beijing had this ability, and even the border troops might not be comparable to it.

Compared with this, the embarrassment of being forced to bet by Li Bi and He Dong just now is nothing.

"Earthworm ... Earthworm ..." Gan Shoucheng whispered these two words in a low voice, and did not remember any organization calling this name.

If such a powerful team attacks not the Jingan Division, but the Imperial City or the Three Great Palaces?

Gan Shoucheng thought of this, the wrist holding the whip could not help shaking, his heart was cold. At this time, a cavalry came to report: "We have found Cui Wei." Gan Shoucheng said: "Let him come to report immediately." Cui Qi has been staying in Jingansi Hall, he should know more details there. But the cavalry turned awkward: "This ... please go over."

Gan Shoucheng frowned, shaking the reins, and followed the cavalry.

At the door of a raw and cooked medicinal herbs shop near Jingansi, more than a dozen wounded people lay on the tarpaulin covered with grass and moaned continuously. The boss and the buddies are busy mixing sesame oil in a large stone mortar, which is the fastest burned recipe at the moment, and several enthusiastic residents are busy carrying clean water. At the entrance of the shop, several cavalrymen of the right Xiaowei have stood around and are not allowed to approach.

Gan Shoucheng lifted the curtain and stepped forward. There are a total of four people in it. In addition to Cui Qi, there are two men and a woman next to them, all of them are gray-faced, and Gan Shoucheng only knows Yao Runeng.

Seeing that Gan Shoucheng came in, Yao Runeng just rolled his eyes, and his face was ashamed. He did not expect that the front hall was ten times more tragic than the prison. When he saw the blazing fire, the whole person was almost crazy. The objects of his faith, faith, and allegiance were turned into fly ash.

Gan Shoucheng's eyes swept over Yao Runeng and then looked at Cui Qi next to him.

His situation was worse than Yao Runeng's. The whole person was lying upright on the door panel. The lower abdomen was stained with blood and covered with mushy powder. Gan Shoucheng knew at a glance that Zhixuesan didn't work at all and was flushed away by blood. Hearing the footsteps, Cui Qi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him weakly, one by one.

Gan Shoucheng didn't have much affection for this traitor, but now he sees him in such miserable condition, and he doesn't know what to say for a while. He simply leaned forward and asked directly:

"Cui Wei, who do you think is the attacker?"

A long while ago came an extremely weak voice: "The soldiers are all soldiers ..."

Gan Shoucheng sank in his heart. He has always suspected that this kind of precise and fierce attack cannot come from organizations other than professional soldiers. This time, I am afraid that the entire Datang military circles will make waves.

"Can you see where are the soldiers?" Gan Shoucheng asked.

Cui Qi closed his eyes and shook his head gently. Looking at his situation, Gan Shoucheng had to give up his inquiry and absent-mindedly reassured him. At this time, Cui Qi said again:

"General Gan ... I shouldn't come to Chang'an."

"Huh?" Gan Shoucheng stunned.

"I came to the capital and thought I could make a contribution, but I shouldn't have come. Changan turned me into a coward I had despised the most. Liulang, I want to go back to Longshan, I want to go back to Longshan ..."

Cui Qi looked at the ceiling and muttered, two lines of tears streaming down his cheeks. The people around were silent. Suddenly he tried his best, and shouted twice: "Longshan Cuiqi! ​​Longshan Cuiqi!" Then the cry came to an abrupt halt and his breath subsided.

Wenran crouched down silently and wiped Cui Qi's face with a sweat towel. She didn't know what happened to this man before, but she saw the figure of bravely killing the enemy in front of the prison. Yao Runeng tilted his head, and there was a deep sorrow in his eyes, thinking of Zhang Xiaojing's words in his head: "In Chang'an City, if you don't become a monster like it, you will be swallowed by it."

Gan Shoucheng stood up, laid his left hand across his chest and tapped his chest three times. This is the salute of the robe in the army, and the guards beside him also salute the general.

A voice sounded in the house: "Jun doesn't hear Hu Ji's voice is the most tragic, purple bearded and green eyes Huren blowing. One of the songs is never over, worrying about killing Loulan Zhengshuer ... Hu Ji will send him to blame, Qinshan looks at Long Mountain cloud. The border town is so sad at night, who loves Xiangyue Huqi? "

This poem chants about the border, and there is a sentimental emotion between the sentences. Everyone turned their heads to see, a young man with a square face and a nose was leaning against the corner of the wall, his arms folded. The poem just now came from this man.

"You wrote it?" Gan Shoucheng asked. Cen Shengong said: "It's just sentiment, a few lines of broken sentences, not yet a chapter-in the next Xianzhou Cen Shen."

"The poem is good, but it's just out of date. Sheng Shizheng Long, why make such a grieving speech." Gan Shoucheng commented casually, then turned around and went out. Cen Sen shouted behind him: "General, do you think this prosperous world really only needs to greet the praises? The five colors blind people, blind people, but they can't see the crisis hidden."

Gan Shoucheng stopped.

He was not shocked by Cen Shen's words-that kind of literary complaint was nothing new-but a terrible guess was conceived from his last sentence.

Those people attacked the Jing'an Division and carried kerosene with them, apparently coming for destruction, and withdrew as soon as they achieved their purpose. This move is not like revenge, but more like a preventive measure: Jing Ansi is the eye of Changan City. When you dig out your eyes, it becomes a blind person, and the enemy can do whatever they want.

In other words, the raid on the Jingan Division is only a necessary part of the plan, and the attackers must have a bigger target.

Gan Shoucheng, who figured this out, immediately shed a layer of cold sweat in the armor lining. There are not many goals that are bigger than the Jing'an Division in Chang'an City.

As soon as he thought about this, he had no intention of staying here more and walked out quickly. Outside is still a mess. The fire continued, with no signs of extinction. Seven or eight people from different bureaucrats were mixed in one place, yelling and doing their own thing, no one was in the middle to command, and the efficiency of rescue and fire fighting was extremely poor.

"If there is no new chief, the Jing'an Division is probably over." Gan Shoucheng thought.

He does n’t like Jingan, but he must admit that Jing’an ’s role in searching for the enemy cannot be replaced by any other government office. If it is finished, it will be a great blow to the safety of the entire Changan.

A large piece of cloud tang burned and fell, hitting a bullock cart carrying the wounded, and aroused a burst of exclamation. The driver made a mistake and parked the car too close to the scene of the fire.

Several soldiers were tying up stretchers in preparation for carrying people. But their position happened to block the front passage of the square, and the water bladder in the back could not be delivered, causing the soldiers in front of the fire to retreat and accidentally stepped on several stretchers. There was a quarrel on both sides.

Such things happen constantly on the scene, seriously delaying the progress of the rescue.

Seeing this scene of low-level errors, Gan Shoucheng was a little bit intolerable and stepped forward, raising his right hand. At this time, he was the highest-ranking official on the scene. As long as he shook his arm, the situation would get better. But Gan Shoucheng hesitated again and again and put his hands down again.

A forbidden general takes over the city defense command? No, this is too taboo. You should never do this. The Jingan Division's backstage is the prince, and those who come to clean up the mess must be from the First Palace.

Ok? Wait a minute, this may not be necessary.

A good idea suddenly appeared in Gan Shoucheng's mind. He summoned a cavalryman, and wrote a letterhead on the spot, which sent him straight to the province of Zhongshu. The content of the letter was simple: Secretary Jing An was killed by soldiers, the head was broken, and it might be harmful to urban governance.

He knew that Li Linfu had coveted the control of Jing Ansi for a long time, but he was suffering from nowhere to start. This letter can send Li Xiang a magnificent reason and a great relationship.

And this behavior is beyond reproach. For security reasons, General You Xiaowei suggested that Zhongshuling select new officials, take over Jing'an, be upright, and be fair, and no one would say that he was suspected of overstepping power.

It not only sold human feelings, but also took the righteousness, and also promoted the reconstruction of Jingan Division, which can be described as three birds with one stone.

As for the chaotic situation in front of us, we can only make it chaotic for a while. With sorrow, Gan Shoucheng glanced at the torch-like Jingansi Hall again, turned his horse's head and hurriedly left. He had to go back quickly and check the security of You Xiaowei again.

Black smoke and flames continued to dance in the night sky, and other streets in Chang'an were still singing and dancing. Tourists were like weavers, not even aware of what was happening here, let alone know what it meant.

Hearing the news of the attack on Jing Ansi, Tan Qi was completely fooled.

She thinks this is a rumor at all, how could such a thing happen? That's Jing Jingsi! Regardless of her restraint, she grabbed the soldier's armor and questioned what was going on like a roar.

But the soldier had no chance of approaching the main hall, and the details were not clear. He just inquired that someone seemed to attack the Jingan Division, set it on fire, and then hurried back to the newspaper.

"What about the son? Where is Li Sicheng?"

"No, it's unclear," the soldier replied stutteringly.

Tan Qi took a deep breath, pushed away the soldiers and ran to the mount. He couldn't even step on Ma Shi, so he hurriedly turned his horse and shook the reins. At this moment a man suddenly stopped in front of the horse and pulled the bridle with his big hand.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Xiaojing yelled with a sullen face.

"Huiguang Defang! Didn't you hear the Jing'an attack?" Tan Qi's voice was sharp, and he also cried a little.

Zhang Xiaojing's face was somber: "It doesn't make any sense to go back now." Tan Qi shouted: "I'm not going to take care of you! Let go!" She shook the reins again, driving the horse to knock Zhang Xiaojing away. Zhang Xiaojing straightened his chest and stood still in the road: "We have more important things to do."

Tan Qi was so angry that this person had reached the point of ruthlessness and innocence. There was no such thing as a liver: "You are a prisoner of death. Jing Ansi has nothing to do with you! But I can't ignore the son!"