Pathological Trapping - Chap 122
Fear took root in Li Dezhuang’s heart.
But he couldn’t show it and could only worry secretly.
The next day, he climbed up the city wall early and looked towards Weicheng. It was spring, but the wind was still quite strong in the morning. The wind rustled like a mournful sob.
Li Dezhuang vaguely saw the civilians being escorted by the soldiers, and quickly asked the soldiers guarding the city to go and meet them.
They were accommodated in the prepared tents and vacated houses, and their meals were arranged by the military.
Three more days passed.
There was a battle in Weicheng.
The war drums are beating.
Huaicheng couldn’t hear it, but Li Dezhuang could. This news should have spread among the army, but for some reason, it spread in the city as well.
The battle in Weicheng also broke the hearts of the people who were hiding in Huaicheng.
Some people want to escape, get away from here.
If you have one, you have two.
With two, there are three.
Li Dezhuang climbed up the city wall, took the musket he had developed earlier, and fired three shots into the sky, trying to calm the people. But after two days of calm, the people became anxious again.
The reason is simple.
In Weicheng, the war has not stopped.
Li Dezhuang received the military report.
The prince of the Yi tribe has come to the front line. The morale of the Yi tribe has been greatly boosted, and they are the ones who are losing ground. Now they have retreated to Weicheng and are unable to get out.
When Li Dezhuang received this military report, his eyes went dark and he fell into a chair. After a long while, he silently said: Mu Jian is the male protagonist. He has an aura, an aura. Nothing will happen…
”Staff Officer Ji!”
A soldier below ran over in a hurry, “Staff Officer Ji! It’s bad, there’s chaos in the city!”
Li Dezhuang was so shocked that he stood up and followed him outside without even having time to put on his outer robe.
”People in the city are running and screaming, saying that Weicheng has been breached. There is no food or grass in the city. Your Majesty is also injured. The Yi tribe is about to rush in and massacre the city.”
Li Dezhuang’s lips were pressed into a line as hard as steel.
The soldier next to him was still reporting.
”It should be a spy sent by the Yi people to disturb the people. The situation on the front line is tense now. If there is chaos in the rear again…”
“It won’t be chaotic!”
Li Dezhuang stopped and said firmly.
The determination in his eyes is like a raging fire.
”Your Majesty has entrusted the rear to me. As long as I am here, there will be no chaos!”
The soldier paused. Looking at the thin, fair-skinned staff officer who looked prettier than a woman, he was immediately in awe.
On the long street, seven or eight men were running and screaming.
”It’s over! The world is over! Your Majesty is going to die! We are all finished!”
The surroundings were filled with frightened people, who huddled together, looking at these crazy people and whispering to each other.
Suddenly, a feather arrow shot from somewhere.
Passing through the chest.
The person who was running and screaming one second ago fell to the ground the next second.
Then came the second and the third.
In a moment, the seven or eight screaming men fell to the ground.
The onlookers were startled and looked towards the other end of the long street. There was a man riding a tall horse, holding a crossbow in his hand. He had handsome features, but his brows were as cold as frost.
”These are the spies of the Yi tribe. I am sorry for causing you all to worry. Your Majesty is fine. Do not listen to slanderous words.”
Li Dezhuang took out an envelope from his arms and held it high.
”I received a letter from His Majesty today. If anyone talks nonsense and curses His Majesty, I will kill him without mercy!”
Li Dezhuang’s words were powerful.
The people looked at each other and finally dispersed.
On the long street, no one collected the bodies shot by Li Dezhuang all night. They were lying there to remind everyone that if they dared to talk nonsense again, this would be their fate!
Li Dezhuang returned to his room with firm steps.
As soon as the door closed, he couldn’t hold on and sat down on the chair.
In his arms was the letter Mu Jian had written to him a few days ago, asking him to resettle the people.
Since then, there has been no more letters from Mu Jian.
Li Dezhuang sat on the chair, not daring to think about it, but unable to control himself from thinking about it.
“Gugugugu…”
Pigeons were hovering in front of Li Dezhuang’s window.
“Gugugugu…”
Li Dezhuang raised his eyes and looked at the carrier pigeon. His eyes lit up and he rushed over, caught the carrier pigeon, and opened the letter tied to its leg. Because of his haste, he almost strangled the pigeon to death.
The small scroll unfolded.
I stole your pigeon, thinking that it could bring you messages when people couldn’t deliver them.
I know you didn’t like it and you couldn’t let it go. I always fantasized that I could get you back. I’m afraid I can’t do that now.
Fortunately, I became a good emperor in one year.
In the next few decades of your life, I should be able to leave some good things in your memory.
Don’t be greedy, this is enough.
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The letter floated down and fell to the ground.
Almost all the sounds around disappeared at this moment.
Is this a suicide note?!
He stumbled to his feet, his nose tip becoming more sore and his eyes becoming more red.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly rushed out of the house.
”Prepare the horses! I’m going to Weicheng!”
The horse galloped wildly on the path.
The wind whistled past Li Dezhuang’s ears.
Just before he ran out of Huaicheng, the lieutenant general pulled his horse desperately and asked him loudly if he wanted to disobey the order!
His face was gloomy and he pushed the lieutenant general away with all his strength, jumped onto his horse, whipped the horse and rode away.
Li Dezhuang admitted that he was more or less a little bit carried away by his passion at the time.
Now that I have calmed down a little due to the wind, a feeling of unreality surges up from the bottom of my heart.
