The journey of the only child of a peasant family to take the imperial examination

Zhang Pingan and Zou Ping learned the news together. After Ruan San finished reporting the news, he asked, "Sir, what should we do now? Should we go to the city wall?"

"Let's not go to the city wall. There are already enough people at the city gate," Zhang Pingan replied quickly.

He ordered Ruan San, "Take the five men under your command and go to the ancestral hall. Roll out the names according to the Yellow Book. Then, monitor the people living there to prevent them from taking advantage of the opportunity to revolt. That would be troublesome. I'm also afraid of traitors. Keep a close eye on them. Anyone who behaves suspiciously, do not report them, just execute them!"

"Understood!" Ruan San strode away after hearing the order.

"Sir, what should we do?" Chibao stepped forward and asked.

"Go to the front of the yamen and pick a few people. Ask them to quickly check the wells in the city and come back to report!" Zhang Ping'an said, tapping his fingers on the table as he thought.

"As for us, we'll just hold on here. The little rations we have left are all in our government office. These rebels really don't play by the rules. They're much smarter than I thought. There must be a military advisor among them."

"Sir, what do you mean?" Chibao didn't understand.

"They know when the imperial court sends food and fodder, which means someone must have tipped off the government. They probably have sentries along the way. You saw the situation when we came here. It was completely desolate. It's not easy for them to get this information across!"

"That's true!" Chi Bao nodded and immediately went forward while speaking.

At the city wall, the situation was more serious than Zouping had imagined.

After the horn sounded, the people in ambush knew they had been exposed, so they stopped pretending and rushed out of the thick fog in a short while.

The number is roughly estimated to be around three thousand.

They were all dressed in rags, with fierce eyes, bared teeth, making strange faces, and howling like wild beasts.

Many people's faces are covered with red pimples, which are disgusting at first glance.

Liu Sanlang was shocked. These were not a chaotic army, but evil spirits.

After quickly helping the gatekeepers prop up the gate with rolling logs, Liu Sanlang wiped the sweat off his face and just as he was taking a breath, he saw this scene.

He was extremely glad that he brought a longbow and a broadsword. He could kill anyone like him without mercy.

Zouping had his own combat rhythm, and with a telescope, he could see more clearly and command more systematically.

Only when those people rushed to about 200 steps away from the city wall and entered the range of bows and arrows did Zou Ping wave his hand and order the arrows to be shot.

Those people only had straw shields, and although they were agile and experienced in combat, they still suffered many casualties.

The remaining people did not stop at all and continued to rush forward under the rain of arrows.

When they were almost at the city wall, logs rolled down from the tower and huge rocks fell one after another.

Those who were quick got hit on the head and it burst into pieces.

If you can boil hot water during the day, pour hot water or gold juice down and cause casualties to the enemy army.

But it's the middle of the night now and there's no time.

Next, we can only engage in close combat.

Zou Ping carefully placed the telescope into the leather bag in his arms, drew out his long knife, and shouted, "Come on, let's see how many lives you have left, damn it, die!"

Normally he never swears, but once he's on the battlefield, he can't help it. It's also a way for him to vent his emotions.

After the long sword stabbed into the enemy's body, hot blood immediately splattered all over.

Without having time to wipe it off, he moved on to the next person.

The same was true for other soldiers.

There is no mercy on the battlefield, it's either you die or I live.