Turbulent Times Chapter 1383: The untouchables in the eyes of the emperor
Among the horns of the Turkic army, cheers of temporary victory resounded from the top of the city.
Once the Turkic troops retreated to rest, Yu Wencheng didn't need to worry about it. Officers at all levels below and the prefect of Yanmen County arranged for people to come up to clean up the wounded soldiers on the city wall.
Several officials from Yanmen County ran to the top of the city with the organized people in the city, and used simple stretchers to carry down dozens of wounded soldiers who were unlucky and shot with arrows. Can they survive? It depends on their good fortune.
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The defenders of Yanmen City had just sat down to drink water and eat some dry food, before they had time to rest, another horn sounded from the direction of the Turkic camp outside the city.
Looking up at the Turkic army that was stirring again in the distance, Yu Wencheng gritted his teeth with a gloomy expression on his face, thinking how strong that Sibi Khan's desire to capture His Majesty the Emperor was.
Just thinking like this, when Yu Wencheng saw the enemy formation on the opposite side clearly, his face suddenly became extremely ugly. Although he knew that invaders would use this tactic when attacking the city since ancient times, and Yuwen Chengdu didn't value the common people as much as Wang Junlin, but at this time, Yuwen Chengdu was still very angry.
Groups of Turkic cavalry overwhelmed the people of Yanmen County captured these days and the county soldiers from the five counties who were captured these days, and gathered here in Yanmen City.
Looking from the wall of Yanmen City, in front of the Turkic army formation, a large number of Sui civilians were gathered. From time to time, Turkic cavalry in charge of guarding passed by, waving whips at the crowd. He even swung the steel knife away, bringing flesh and blood to the men and women in the crowd. While weeping, the black mass was like a huge herd of cattle and sheep.
The staggering old man, the pale-faced child, the woman in swaddling clothes, the young man covered in blood, and even the corpses of dead people were all pulled by ropes piece by piece. Wealthy businessmen, officials, rebels, and civilians are all in the dark ranks.
One by one in ragged clothes let out a low weeping sound. Due to the scolding and killing by the Turkic army, not many people dared to cry loudly. Occasionally, one or two of them were shot to death by the nearby Turkic soldiers—rather so. The wailing of large swaths of cries still merged into a miserable sound wave, which spread to the Yanmen city wall.
The defenders on the city wall could only watch all this silently. Some lieutenant officers and soldiers might be passionate for a while and wanted to lead troops out of the city to save people, but they couldn't be the masters. Now that His Majesty the Emperor and their important ministers are in the city, although these people are innocent, how can they compare with His Majesty and their safety—this is the self-comforting and natural voice of all civil and military officials in the city and Yang Guang at this time.
On the watchtower of the Turkic army, Shibi Khan looked at the surrounding situation, and then waved his hand.
"Attack," he said.
The Turkic army sounded the horn.
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The severe pain now seems to have gradually become numb, and the icy cold has come to his body, as if he no longer feels it. When the noise rang, he was dragged to stand up and squeezed forward.
There was mist in the air, and far away was the city wall of Hekou County, and the voice of the Turkic army came from behind.
His name is Feng Zhongming, and he is an old scholar from a poor family in Yanmen County. He is 41 years old. Not long ago, he had a wife and a daughter who was about to marry as an adult, but now he is gone.
Feng Zhongming........ has always felt that everything that happened in front of him seemed to be an illusion. Maybe after a period of time, he can wake up......
Two days ago, a Turkic army stormed into his village and they were captured. He witnessed a group of Turkic soldiers **** his wife and two daughters, then killed them, and interrupted One of his hands hit him on the head again with a stone.
When he woke up, he was **** and led in the team. When his broken right hand was pulled, he felt unspeakable pain. He staggered forward, trembling all over, and a flash of The only thing he saw was the death of his wife and daughter. He kept thinking back to that moment, regretting why he didn't find a **** or a rake, or... There was a kitchen knife not far from him at that time, but he didn't know why he didn't go to it. take. He even regretted not following his neighbor across the door, the Orion, to join the rebel army.
In front of him, there is a woman in her thirties, whose clothes are torn to pieces.
, crying all the time.
His severed hand was pulled, and the pain caused him to keep falling down. Because the clothes on his body were not in good condition, the waistband of the trousers was broken, and when the trousers fell, he tripped to the ground. A Turkic soldier came and beat him up, and the team walking back and forth dragged him in the muddy water . After that, he didn't even have any pants on his lower body, and he was dragged along in the team just like that.
It's hard for him to figure out what it means for a middle-aged man, a scholar, to walk all the way without his pants.
Going all the way without stopping, many people in the crowd had their feces and urine in their pants, and the stench rose while walking. There was no food, only when passing the stream.
They were allowed to drink water. After marching for a day, they were gathered in the Turkic army camp outside Yanmen City. Then this past night, Feng Zhongming was pulled to walk.
Why not join the Rebels? It seems that the rebel Turkic people in the mountains did not go to beat them, and why didn't they go all out at that time... He thought to himself, but there were crying people who had no choice but to move forward. Killed, the voice of the Turkic soldiers became more and more fierce.
In his muddled vision, Feng Zhongming knew that the Turks were driving them in the direction of Yanmen City. The dragon flag of His Majesty the Emperor flutters on the city wall. There were densely packed officers and soldiers, Feng Zhongming thought, maybe His Majesty would send troops down to save people. But a certain kind of understanding and fear in his heart is getting deeper and deeper—under such circumstances, how can the dog emperor save himself and these pariahs.
The force of the pull made him stagger a few steps forward, the voice of the Turkic soldiers was getting closer, and then someone passed by him and cut the rope with a knife. But it was also those Turkic soldiers who were mixed in the crowd. He raised his bow and arrow towards the city wall.
Among the noisy voices, someone shouted from behind: "Go! Run! If you don't go, you die!" There were occasional screams.
The rope binding Feng Zhongming's arms is still there, but it is no longer connected to the people in front and behind. The Turkic soldier walking forward with a bow and arrow, Feng Zhongming finally had the courage at this moment, he wanted to go up and bite the Turkic soldier with all his strength...