"Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu, if you collect money like this, we people really can't live anymore!".
Bao Daren You had never squeezed into a Piaoxiangfang branch surrounded by hundreds of people, but he had vaguely watched an old man in Tsing Yi holding the hand of an officer collecting donations, crying in tears.
"You also know that we moved here from the middle of Sichuan together. We traveled thousands of miles away from the country. It was not easy for me to find this job. The old man is fifty-nine years old. You said, I will be kicked out from here. Where can I go? Ah, you say?!"
This old man in Tsing Yi seemed to be old acquaintances with the officer he called as a junior. The officer frowned and smiled bitterly, but he couldn't speak.
A bunch of people around, kept pointing fingers and poking, Bao Daren heard in his ears, but they were all deciding whether the sergeants and the levies were not.
The old man in Tsing Yi said that he was about to kneel down, and the officer called Xiaoliu quickly grabbed him and shouted, "Old Gu, what is the trouble with me? We haven't taken you. Dividing the money, what we collect is obviously those rich people like them, and it's obviously these rich and unkind birds who are embarrassing us, poor people who can't eat enough to eat, how can I say that I am embarrassing you?"
He looks rough and arrogant and has a loud voice. Although he can be regarded as a gentle talk now, he is especially self-reliant and rumbling in everyone's ears.
The old man in Tsing Yi looked like an honest and honest face, with very soft ears. He was yelled at by the officer and looked at the plump middle-aged shopkeeper who had been leaning in front of the door to watch the excitement. For a while, he was a little confused. Measures.
The fat shopkeeper looked at the officer staring at him, shook his head and said, "Old Gu, you don’t want to think about how many young and strong people are in Lin’an now, waiting for food, you can do it in one day. Can I live up to half of my life? I used to feel sorry for your old age and helplessness. I have always served you as a semi-contributor, but now these soldiers charge so much money every month. I have a small profit. The small shop can't afford it, old Gu, it's not that I don't care about friendship, it's that I would rather work on my own now than I can afford to hire a few more workers, I really can't afford it!"
He raised his head, opened his eyes to meet the officer's eyes without letting go, and said with a sneer: "Yes, yes, the soldiers don't take the money from them, but don't we give all the money from them? I have knocked down all these businesses that can make some money, where can they find a meal?"
"Tsk tsk!"
"Yup!"
"Yes!"
"It's all they did!"
There was a burst of approval in the surrounding crowd.
The old man in Tsing Yi was reminded by the little fat boss, and quickly turned around, holding the officer’s hand, and crying: "Yes, Xiao Liu, you are now an official again. Once you are in power, you will be Poor poor old man, stop accepting Boss Lin’s rent, give me... Give me a bite to eat..."
The officer was so troubled by him that he glared at the chubby boss and said, "Boss Lin, if anyone deliberately obstructs the payment of donations, they will all be punished as guilty. This announcement just spread throughout the city yesterday. Don’t you Maybe you don’t know. If you don’t think of the old Gu Tou’s friendship for seven or eight years of work for you, you just need to resign him, and you actually instigated him to block the officials in the street. Isn’t this pushing him into the fire pit?!"
The chubby boss smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said to the officer: "Military Lord, you don't have to be cruel at me, you can ask Lao Gu yourself, if he intercedes with you in the street, did I let him go?!"
He stepped forward and shouted to the crowd of onlookers: "Everyone, everybody, although the shop is small and profitable, but the soldiers have knives and guns. Since they don’t pay the donation, they will shout and kill. The shop smashed the pot and sold the iron, so I had to rent it. Yesterday, when I asked the old head to talk to him about resignation, he himself begged me with tears, saying that he was a dozen or so soldiers who came to collect donations. As long as he came forward to say that the friendship that passed his life, Jun Ye would definitely not sell his face. As long as the rent is not increased, the shop will be able to maintain, and there is no need to quit his job. Everyone is happy. At that time, I was also soft-hearted, so I agreed to Old Gu and let him try it out. But I didn’t expect..."
The boss Lin looked at the officer speechless for a while, and was even more proud, shouting to the crowd on all sides: "The big guys are here, old Gu, you said, what Lin said, is there a word of nonsense?"
Bao Daren hid behind the crowd, frowning involuntarily.
At the moment, the boss of Lin is sharp, with every word and word, all implied to be provocative, it is really not like the owner of an ordinary small shop, he should be able to say it.
The boss Lin turned his head and said to the old man in Tsing Yi: "Old Gu, you have also seen it. The person who refuses to help you is not me, Lin!"
The old man in Tsing Yi heard the words, his cries became louder, and he grabbed the officer’s hand and shouted, "Little Liu, don’t you remember that when we were in Shuzhong, you fought with Jurchen Tartar. , We boiled the only little rations in our family and sent them to the front line to feed you. Our whole family gnawed the grass roots and bark. What did we do? You told us at the time that you drove away the Jurchen Tartar. Everyone has a peaceful life. At that time, you told us that as long as we drove away the Jurchen Tartar, we would have a good life, but now what if the war is won? The war is won and the land is ruined. We After running out of blood and running out of tears, when did you see the shadow of a good life?!"
The old man in Tsing Yi cried bitterly when he talked about the emotional point: "The old man lives at this age and he will be a hundred if he died, but the old man's son is only seven years old. My son and Jin Bing died with a knife. I was also shot to death by Liu Jian while sending rice to your army master. Now that the old man can't even feed himself, what am I doing while I am still alive, you... you might as well kill the old man now!"
The officer took Old Gu's hand and persuaded him bitterly, but the scolding of the people next to him grew louder.
"It's miserable!"
"What is the battle!"
"These soldiers are all scourges!"
Seeing the development of the times, Bao Daren was getting more annoyed. He sighed lightly, and was about to stand out from the crowd. But no one in the crowd came up with a sentence: "These soldiers rob the people when they have nothing to do. How come there are not many people who die, just like their general Wu Jie, who died of illness early, report...!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout, like thunder billowing in everyone's ears.
The figure flashed in front of him, but it was the officer who had been lowering his voice to persuade the old man in Tsing Yi. Suddenly, like a mad tiger, he crashed into the crowd and grabbed a tall man. Neckline.
The people around had awakened and couldn't help but quickly stepped aside.
The officer's original rough face rose to purple-red, and his hair and beard were even more erect, but he asked the man in his hand every word: "What did you just say? Have the guts to say it again?"
……
Zhao Kuangyin stood at the head of the city, and among the dozens of tall "shield" wing guards that the Jurchen slowly came over, the two tall statues shining with golden luster in the sun couldn't help but frown slightly.
Wang Gui had fought with the Jurchens for many years and knew so much about the customs of the Jurchens. At this time, he stepped forward and explained in a low voice to Zhao Kuangyin.
The two statues are several feet tall, and they are a head higher than the "shield" guarded by the surrounding wings. The statue on the left is spreading its wings and heads upwards. It is Hai Dongqing, the most respected fetish of Jurchens. On the right is a statue that is neither a lion nor a tiger, with a growing tail. Wang Gui knows that this is a Jurchen. The legendary monster Baichalin.
The two statues are full of golden light, and they seem to be made of wrought copper. The bottom is equipped with wheels. Each is slowly drawn by two horses, although Zhao Kuangyin can see these two statues from the wheel traces pressed by the two statues. The statue should not be solid, but it is definitely heavy. Among the Jurchen horse army that has been known as the wind, especially the Jurchen army that rushed from Hongxian Pass for a long distance, it should never have carried such a clumsy thing.
What's more, the arrow that I had yesterday made them lose all their energy. Not only did they not attack the city with heavy troops to invigorate the spirit of the army, but they let dozens of sergeants put out these two statues in a majestic manner. It is extremely unreasonable.
Han Chang led the tens of thousands of cavalry from the front army and gathered at the entrance of the camp. A Jurchen wizard who wore the unique costumes of Jurchen Shanbaran and dressed up in a strange shape danced in front of the army. Han Chang and the tens of thousands of troops Jing Er responded and saluted, his face was filled with a pious look.
Wang Gui turned his head, his eyes flashed across the audience, and stopped the whispers of the defenders at the head of the city, but he couldn't help being surprised.
Although he knows that Jurchen has not escaped the barbaric habits and believes in ghosts and witchcraft, he has fought dozens of times with Jurchens, but he has never seen the Jurchen army actually invite sorcerers in the battle. , In front of the formation, the Jurchen tribe’s art of praying for tribes was performed.
Could it be that the arrow of the emperor's official family yesterday pierced the guts of the Jurchens, causing them to be in chaos and perverse? !
Zhao Kuangyin turned his face and shook his head slowly to Wang Gui.
impossible!
Although he didn’t have much contact with Jurchens, and although he didn’t know more about Jurchens than Wang Gui, he knew that Jurchens who had experienced hundreds of battles in the Ping, Liao and Song conquests would never be able to do such a thing. Come.
No matter how they came from a barbarian, no matter how they were savage, after all, they were always real warriors who rolled out of swords and guns.
For the soldiers who roll in life and death every day, only the knives and guns in their hands are the only evidence that they can bring security and victory to them.
There is no god or devil that can bring them confidence and strength more than the real swords and guns in their hands.
This action of the Jurchens could only be their trick to confuse the enemy.
These two delicate and lifelike statues of gods and demons are definitely not that simple.
The Jurchen sergeant pushing the "shield", stopped thousands of steps away, and actually pushed the "shield", slowly moved to the sides, leaving the two statues facing the front of Shuzhou city.
With Wang Gui's hand, several sergeants guarding the city head immediately led their orders to the bed crossbow originally erected at the city head.
This kind of bed crossbow is the most powerful crossbow. It relies on mechanical power and should be able to shoot the two statues thousands of steps away.
Although beyond this distance, even if the arrow fired with a bed crossbow is at the end of a powerful crossbow, even if it can hit a statue, it can't cause any substantial damage, but it can also play a tentative role after all.
Several sergeants worked hard to turn the winch of the bed crossbow.
The sun was just right, shining on the two statues in the city, shining a strange light.
In the distance, Jurchen Shan crouched on the ground, with Zhao Kuangyin's eyesight, she could clearly see Han Chang's face, and a look of excitement and expectation flashed.
The Jurchen underneath suddenly yelled, and the horses tied to both sides of the statue sprang in different directions.
A feeling of extreme danger suddenly surged in his heart.
Zhao Kuangyin exhaled and shouted, "Be careful, everyone, take it down..."
A loud sound of "boom" overwhelmed all the sounds in this world.
The two statues underneath, with their mouths wide open, and two thick pillars of fire, instantly surpassed the distance of thousands of steps, and blasted directly at the head of Shuzhou City.