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Song Jingchen reached out and stopped him: "Uncle Yang, you are an old man in the mansion, so there is no need for that."

Even when he heard that Song Jingchen came in person, he had some guesses. At this moment, seeing with his own eyes that Song Jingchen was standing in front of him, Uncle Yang was also excited with tears in his eyes.

"Eldest son, are your legs really healed?" He wanted to ask why he didn't inform him in the letter before, but instead he thought that he had to hide this matter, and the letter was not foolproof, so he didn't ask.

Song Jingchen sat down at the table, motioned for Uncle Yang to sit down too, and said, "I won't mention it beforehand, let's talk about the situation in the city first."

Uncle Yang is no better than Shangguan Han, and he doesn't want to expose that girl, after all, these things can't stand scrutiny.

If it wasn't for knowing that some things couldn't be hidden from her, Song Jingchen even hoped that she didn't know anything.

Uncle Yang saw that Song Jingchen didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask any further questions, and the result was good.

Instead, he explained everything in the city to Song Jingchen in detail.

At the end, he sighed: "There are no medicinal materials in the city for a long time. In order to save food, the soldiers and the strong men only eat one meal a day, and the women and children share a bowl of clear porridge every day. Even so, it will not last for three days. ."

If Song Jingchen didn't come, he was going to join forces with the 50,000 private troops on Qilin Mountain to make a bloody road and send King Anle safely away.

The private army is their last trump card, and they cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary. Once used, it is equivalent to being exposed under the eyes of Emperor Chong'an.

Song Jingchen tapped the table with his index finger rhythmically, then stopped and asked, "When is the next time the Huns throw rocks?"

"If there is no accident, it will be tomorrow."

"How many trebuchets are there in the city?"

"This..." Uncle Yang thought for a while: "There were originally a lot. But the Huns came suddenly, and most of them were destroyed. Now there are still about ten units that can be used."

"Are there any generals who can't be used?" Song Jingchen asked again.

"Yes, Meng Jiang and Zuo Fei are both credible people."

After he came here, although he spent most of the time on Qilin Mountain, to ensure the safety of King Anle, someone would write to him every day about the events in Xunyang City.

"You find these two people, and ask them to assemble the people in the city overnight to weave the cloth at home into a net. After weaving..." Song Jingchen said, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, dipping some tea on his fingers.

While drawing on the table, he continued: "All the people on the city wall retreat. Let Meng Jiang lead half of the people to guard the east gate, and the rest follow Zuo Fei to guard the west gate, waiting for the Huns to throw stones..."

Uncle Yang's eyes became brighter as he listened, and the cloth net could buffer the speed of falling boulders. Not only can it reduce the damage, but it can also catch them by surprise with the stones thrown in by the Huns.

Especially after so many days passed, when the Huns considered that their city had run out of food, they had already become overwhelmed and complacent, and it was the most slack time.

When Song Jingchen said that he would lead the troops out of the city in person, he was shocked and said: "No, you don't know anything, son, there are as many as 200,000 Xiongnu troops, but we only have 50,000.

And most of the soldiers in the city were ordinary people who came up temporarily, and they didn't know how to fight at all. "

It turned out that there were not many people, but they were harassed several times by the Hun army, and they were dead and wounded.

The people spontaneously put on the armor of those sacrificed soldiers...

"It doesn't matter, just pick fifty smart people out of the city with me."

The 50,000 remaining soldiers will have no chance of winning against the 200,000-strong Xiongnu army. What he has to do now is to delay the time as much as possible.

If you want the Huns to retire, you can only draw wages from the bottom of the pot, and the key lies in the little prince...

Since there was not enough food in the city, he took people to 'borrow' the food.

His original plan was to save Shangguanhan and leave, but Emperor Chong'an's decision and what he heard from the Huns made him change his mind.

Moreover, didn't the people behind it want to kill three birds with one stone? Then he will make him more than he loses.

A sneer flashed across Song Jingchen's eyes.

After explaining Uncle Yang in detail, he put on a mask and climbed the tower.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw him surrounded by weapons, Song Jingchen took out a token from his arms.

The soldiers saw the music on the token clearly, and all knelt down to salute.

That is the token that represents the identity of King Anle. If the prince can give it to this person, it must be trustworthy.

Song Jingchen frowned as they turned so quickly, but he didn't say much.

Standing on the city wall, he squeezed the purse in his arms in his hand, and looked at the south and fell into contemplation, soon, he can go back soon...

On the mountain road, Song Jingchen led a small group of people on horses, and the people behind him also pulled carts loaded with grain behind the horses.

Apart from the sound of horses' hooves and wheels rolling around, there is nothing else around.

After passing through a mountain pass, the accident happened suddenly.

One by one, boulders rolled down from the hillsides on both sides, and the horses were so frightened that they raised their front hooves and refused to advance half a step, and the team was instantly disrupted.

Song Jingchen looked around the hillside with cold eyes while dodging the falling rocks.

He was able to avoid it, but the people he brought with him couldn't, and the wounds of the dead and wounded died quickly, and the dazzling blood spilled on the ground.

"Son, be careful"

A terrified voice sounded behind him.

Song Jingchen looked back and saw that a soldier used his body as a shield to block a sharp arrow for him, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of the man's mouth, and his body fell uncontrollably in Song Jingchen's direction.

Song Jingchen subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, but he didn't notice the man's bowed head, a hint of success flashed in his eyes.

Just as his hand touched the man's shoulder, he felt a chill in his abdomen, mixed with the sound of a sharp blade piercing his flesh.

Song Jingchen paused for a while, and with a forceful hand, he removed the man's arm, and used his hand as a claw to grab the man's neck, only to hear a click and the man lost his breath.

A blood-stained purse fell out of his arms and rolled aside. Song Jingchen's heart tightened, covering his abdomen with one hand and reaching out to pick up the purse with the other.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking the air sounded again, and an arrow shot straight at his heart.

"Xiang Gong!" Shen Yijia woke up from the nightmare, took a deep breath, and touched the position of her heart with trembling hands, where the pain was terrible.

She woke up the others, and the dumpling rushed to Shen Yijia's side in a single step, and several others gathered around, all looking at her worriedly.

"Father, what's wrong?"

"Brother, what's wrong?"

A Xun and Yaoji spoke at the same time.

He naturally heard what Shen Yijia called his husband, but Shen Yijia didn't tell him that he was a daughter, so he thought he didn't know.

After all, simple children can't be too sensitive.

Mo Yuan suddenly grabbed his collar and lifted him up and put him behind her. She leaned over to Shen Yijia and looked at her expressionlessly.

Shen Yijia pursed her lips and said nothing, suddenly stood up and ran out. At this time, the sky was bright, and the heavy rain didn't know when it stopped.

Shen Yijia ran to the house where they housed the horses, took the horse out and turned over directly, and ran out alone without saying hello.

The others looked at each other and chased after them.

Several horses galloped on the official road in the direction of Xunyang City, and the water on the ground was trampled and splashed.

This plot is really difficult to write, and I can write a thousand words in about two hours.

To this end, I found a lot of war videos to watch. After watching: Who am I and where am I?

So everyone, don't take it too seriously, in short, the prince is the best.

Key point: Shijia will meet tomorrow,

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