The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

A few days later, Huichang City.

In a residential area of ​​the city, on the street.

A one-armed old man stood at the door of his house. His old body was already stooped, and his slightly cloudy eyes looked at the old couplets on the door that had been washed gray by wind and rain.

He stretched out his one arm and began to tear up the broken old couplets.

After tearing off the lower half of the couplet on the door, he picked up the bench he had prepared from the threshold and placed it on the ground under the door.

After confirming that it was firmly established, he stepped on it carefully.

Standing firmly on his feet, he began to tear up the first half of the old couplet.

Of course, it was also broken and pale, and even the shape of the calligraphy on it could not be discerned.

He tore it very carefully and took a long time, but unfortunately there was a piece on top that he couldn't tear off no matter what.

In the past, when he was a veteran on the battlefield, his body was straight and his back was extremely hard.

Now that I am getting older, my waist cannot be straightened.

"call--"

He took a deep breath, raised his head hard, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his withered hands like dry wood, and tried to tear off the last piece of old couplet.

But even so, it's still a little far behind.

The bench began to sway and looked about to topple over. The old man was also shaky and seemed about to fall down the next moment.

"Grandpa, please rest."

"I'm coming."

A young man in his teens poked out of the wooden door. Seeing the old man tearing up the couplets hard, he said eagerly.

"Oh, I'm old and no longer useful."

The old man shook his head, lowered his hand, and was helped off the bench by the young man.

The young man smiled, quickly stepped on the bench, stretched out his hand, and easily tore off the old couplet.

Jumping off the stool neatly, the young man dusted off the dust and fragments of couplets on the stool and said with a casual smile:

"Grandpa, just call me if you need to tear up or paste the couplets."

"I'm not the young boy I used to be."

The old man sat on the bench and nodded happily, but he was still muttering:

"Logically speaking, your father should be the one to come."

"In the past, he went to Jiang Xiucai to write couplets. Every time he went there, he had to bring some eggs. Otherwise, Jiang Xiucai would still refuse to write. Just write them. This Jiang Xiucai, he still puts on airs."

"You just spent a few more years studying, and you know how to write a few big characters. Your father and I are both heroes who go into battle to kill the enemy!"

"How is he worse than him? Do you think this is the truth?" The old man spread his right hand and told the young man his grievances.

The young man's face was calm. He sat on the bench next to the old man. He lowered his head and smiled lightly:

"Yeah, it's no worse than him."

The old man was still chattering: "At that time, when we fought, we fought hard!"

"My general always runs at the front. He is obviously a general, but he is still so brave. He also eats and sleeps with us on weekdays. Your father, he is the general's personal soldier, so you should learn from him."

"I was in the logistics department, so I advised him to cherish his life, be brave when he should, and be brave when he should..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed:

"After all, your father didn't listen, but when we got to the back, I did the same thing, and that's why I lost my hand."

The young man nodded, but his expression became serious:

"Yes, if a general is not brave, how can his men follow him?"

After saying that, he raised his head and looked into the distance, which was the direction of the city tower.

"Grandpa, Huichang, another battle is about to break out."

"In the past few days, many soldiers and horses have come."

The old man lowered his head and used his one arm to pluck the scraps of couplets stuck to his body. He didn't know whether he heard it or not, but he still murmured to himself:

"Although I lost my hand, your father died in the battle, and the general died as well, we won the battle."

"It's not easy."

The young man looked grave and continued:

"Well, grandpa, the person who came to Huichang this time is the person who killed the general."

"He came with troops and horses, but this time, the people who came to attack Huichang were... no longer the original enemy."

The old man seemed to have really not heard, he was still talking to himself:

"It's just that your father shouldn't die, and neither should the general. There are reinforcements, but they just stand still. What are they waiting for?"

"What are they waiting for? Do they have to wait until we are all dead before they come?"

Speaking of sadness, the old man's eyes showed sadness and a hint of anger.

But he had no chance to express his anger, and he had already lost his young and strong body.

After the last battle, he had aged dozens of years ahead of schedule.

Who would believe that this old body is actually only in his fifties.

"Woo!"

The sound of the warning horn suddenly sounded, breaking the silence and echoing in the venue city.

The young man stood up and helped the old man who was a little deaf and a little dementia:

"The wind is blowing, go home, grandpa."

The old man suddenly raised his head, with panic in his eyes. He threw his head back and shouted:

"The sound of the trumpet!"

"The sound of the trumpet!"

"An enemy is coming!"

"Quick! Quick! Get the knife under my bed!"

The young man looked at the excited old man with a surprised expression, seemingly in disbelief.

But soon, he shook his head and said:

"Not the enemy, Grandpa."

"This is reinforcements."

“What is supposed to come has finally come back.

He picked up the stool with one hand, hugged the old man who was still yelling randomly with the other hand, and stepped into the door, while the horn sound continued.

"Woo!"

It was so sharp and urgent, seeming to declare an extremely serious military situation.

"call--"

A strong wind blew up, blowing dust and sand.

The sound of the wind and the sound of the horn, they blend into one, the wind is swirling and the horn is screaming.

Just like ferocious beasts dancing wildly in the wind.

The old couplets scattered on the ground were carried into the air by the biting wind, and the debris flew into the clear sky with the sound of the horn.

-

Under the blue sky, above the Huichang City Tower.

Jin Jianren expressionlessly wiped away the dust and debris blown by the wind on his face, and looked forward coldly.

A large group of Wuyangyang soldiers were fleeing towards the city gate in a hurry.

People are racing, horses are barking, armors are tilted, armors are taken off, weapons are lost, there are countless people.

Heart-wrenching cries, wailings, and calls for help mixed together, bombarding Huichang City, as if even the earth was trembling.

It seemed that there were tigers and wolves in hot pursuit. Everyone looked frightened and ran wildly without choosing the right path.

But if there were really tigers descending from the mountain, or hunting wolves, it seemed that they would not be able to bring such a terrifying deterrent.

Obviously, this is beyond the existence of tigers and hungry wolves.

Jin Jianren stood up straight, put his hand on his eyebrows, and looked into the distance.

Then, a drop of sweat quietly fell on his solemn face.

"call--"

Jin Zhao on the side exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling dizzy in his mind, and he put his hands on the battlements.

Jin Ming, who had always maintained a strong fighting spirit, opened his mouth uncontrollably, his eyes slightly dull.

"This...this is..."