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He Zuowen suddenly became interested and asked with a smile, "What brilliant idea does Lord Zhu have?"

"I dare not presume to offer such insightful opinions."

Zhu Zhi bowed respectfully and then slowly said, "I only have one question for you all. Inspector Zheng was exceptionally brave, and he certainly withstood the Red Turban Army's all-out attack. But what about the other three gates? Were the Red Turban Army really unable to break through?"

Silence. Everyone was silent.

Zhu Zhi was telling the truth. If the Red Turban Army launched a full-scale attack like the one at the North Gate, or if they managed to breach the city wall, who could single-handedly hold the breach like Inspector Zheng, killing an entire enemy battalion and then chasing after the rest of the enemy?

No, no one but Zheng Qian can do it.

Furthermore, Zheng Qian's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost much of his usual spirit, and it was unclear whether he could fight again.

Despite their current victory, everyone knows very well that the Red Turban Army's chances of holding Sanmen after launching a full-scale attack are virtually zero.

He Zuowen nodded, agreeing with Zhu Zhi's words, and continued to ask, "Lord Zhu, what should we do then?"

"I believe we can employ a delaying tactic, negotiating with their leader while waiting for reinforcements to arrive, and finally defeating the Red Turban Army together with the reinforcements."

"Good plan."

As soon as Zhu Zhi finished speaking, He Zuowen praised it as a good plan, and then said, "Let's stop talking, let's eat and celebrate our first victory."

Of the six people at the dinner table, He Zuowen, Qin Yong, Zheng Qian, and Jin Jindao were all in charge of guarding one of the city gates, while Wu Feng was responsible for the logistics support of the entire city defense battle, which was equally crucial.

Only Zhu Zhi, as the second-in-command of Lüchang County, was suppressed in his real power as he followed He Zuowen to guard the east gate.

In Zheng Qian's view, this dinner party, which seemed to be a celebration, actually harbored a deadly intent.

Every word Zhu Zhi uttered was an attempt to undermine the morale of the troops and create more favorable conditions for the Red Turban Army's attack.

Before the fight started, He Zuowen said there were no reinforcements, but now Zhu Zhi says they are waiting for reinforcements. So, are there any reinforcements?

Zheng Qian was a little confused; it seemed he was missing a very important piece of information.

Why did they all believe the Red Turban Army wouldn't launch a sneak attack after retreating thirty miles?

How dare Magistrate He invite several of the most important officials in charge of defending the city to drink? Isn't he afraid that the Red Turban Army will change their minds and launch a surprise attack?

Also, Zhu Zhi said he wanted to negotiate with the leader, and no one refuted his point of view. Why is that?

We sought negotiations with the enemy leader, and he was so accommodating, agreeing to negotiate right away.

Zheng Qian had many questions he couldn't understand. He couldn't see the current situation in Lvchang City clearly, as if his eyes were covered by a red cloth.

After the meal, everyone returned to their seats, but they remained asleep on the city wall to prevent a surprise attack by the Red Turban Army.

They were physically prepared to avoid being ambushed, but mentally relaxed.

Sitting on the city tower, Zheng Qian looked at the dark sky, as if he were looking at the future of Lvchang City, a future shrouded in darkness.

He Yanqiang came over carrying a jar of wine and sat down. He took out two bowls, poured wine into them, and said, "Inspector Zheng, you seem to have something on your mind."

He picked up his wine bowl, clinked it against He Yanqiang's, and drank it all in one gulp.

The fiery liquor burns from the mouth down the esophagus and then down to the stomach, relieving fatigue and leaving one feeling refreshed.

"Good wine."

"I've been treasuring this wine for eight years; it must be a fine wine."

He Yanqiang poured Zheng Qian another drink, which Zheng Qian drank in one gulp.

After a long while, Zheng Qian casually asked, "Do you know who the leader of the Red Turban Army is?"

He Yanqiang paused, his hand holding the wine bowl still, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "If I knew who it was, I would have shot him in the head long ago."

Turning his head and seeing Zheng Qian's profile, He Yanqiang's heart skipped a beat. He remembered something Li Cheng had said when he came.

Li Cheng asked him to tell Magistrate He that the leader guaranteed he could complete the task ahead of time.

The county magistrate looked surprised and delighted; he was certain he hadn't misread it.

Tonight, Governor Qin also said something strange: that the Red Turban Army has retreated thirty li, so everyone can relax and even have a drink to calm their nerves, as long as they don't get drunk, and be ready for the Red Turban Army's counterattack at any time.

At that time, a subordinate general praised Qin Yong for his foresight, saying that the Red Turban Army would definitely not come that night. Qin Yong said that the Red Turban Army had been terrified by Inspector Zheng and their morale was low for a short time, so they would not dare to launch a sneak attack. He told everyone to eat and drink well.

Everything seemed reasonable, but now that Inspector Zheng is asking this question, it seems unreasonable.

Their circle holds secrets unknown to us.

He Yanqiang had a lot on his mind. He just felt that his official position was too low, but he never thought of telling Zheng Qian what happened when he was in seclusion. As a result, Zheng Qian did not know this key information, which made him unable to understand the key to the problem.

Nothing happened that night; the Red Turban Army did not come, and stories of Zheng Qian's heroic deeds began to circulate in the city.

"Have you heard? Inspector Zheng single-handedly killed an entire battalion of Red Turban Army soldiers yesterday. If it weren't for him, the North Gate wouldn't have been able to be defended."

"I heard that it wasn't just one battalion, but two battalions. More than 6,000 people were killed by him all by himself."

"Yes, I was watching from the city wall at the time. Inspector Zheng, with his sword, was flying around killing people, killing dozens with each strike."

"Ergou, stop bragging. Weren't you at the East Gate? How did you see it?"

"Who said I was bragging? At that time, Inspector Zheng flew all the way to the East Gate, but he flew too high and you didn't see it."

The story became increasingly outrageous, eventually evolving into dozens of versions. The most exaggerated version claimed that Zheng Qian came from a legendary mysterious sect and was a powerful old monster who stayed in Green Chang City to experience life.

The arrival of the Red Turban Army disrupted Zheng Qian's life, so the real Zheng Qian, who was disguised as the young head of Zheng Le Escort Agency, had already been possessed.

Zheng Qian was unaware of these rumors. He continued to guard the north gate while patrolling the city for suspicious individuals.

After dinner, the brocade sword shop delivered the heavy sword. The words "Guard the Heart" had kept them occupied for a whole day, and that was only because they had the blacksmith's secret techniques. Otherwise, even an ordinary blacksmith couldn't leave a scratch on it.

The next day arrived, and Lüchang City remained calm. The Red Turban Army seemed to have vanished. If it weren't for the blood-stained red earth outside, everyone would have thought that the Red Turban Army's attack on the city was just a dream.

"My head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) single-handedly cut down three battalions with his sword, and chased after dozens more. The Red Turban Army was so scared they wet their pants. You weren't at the North Gate, so you don't know, but let me tell you, my head镖师 killed more than fifty people with one sword. That was some kind of momentum..."

Zhang Tiezhu spoke eloquently, spittle flying everywhere, surrounded by hundreds of people who looked at him with nothing but admiration.

"Iron pillar."

With a loud shout, Zhang Tiezhu immediately stopped his speech, ran over, and called out, "Head镖师 (镖师 is a term used in Chinese martial arts to refer to a镖师, meaning镖头, or镖师 is a person who is very skilled in martial arts)."

"Stop bragging, come with me on a city patrol."

"okay."

Amidst envious glances from the crowd, Zhang Tiezhu followed Zheng Qian on his patrol of the city. Behind them were the brothers from Wu Family Village.

"Have you noticed anything amiss?"

"Don't worry, Chief Escort. I've patrolled the city three times today, and checked the dog holes more than a dozen times. I guarantee there won't be any problems."

Zheng Qian's eyes were filled with worry. Everyone seemed relaxed these past two days, as if they had forgotten that the Red Turban Army was still thirty miles away and could launch an attack on Lvchang City at any time.

After pondering for a long time, Zheng Qian slowly spoke to Zhang Tiezhu.

"Plan eleven, have it ready before dark."