Chapter 81: Tears for the King
While Zhao Wanjun was bandaging his wounds, several officials joined forces to push an old official out of the city.
The old official's face was full of wrinkles and his eyes were wet with tears, but he walked step by step towards the camp of the Xu Kingdom cavalry.
Xuguo really did as he said and did not commit any crimes for three days.
When Zhao Wanjun found out, he was furious.
Her voice was hoarse:
"you......"
"Stupid!"
Among the officials, there were also people whose official positions were not lower than Zhao Wanjun's. They snorted coldly:
"You only think about resisting, but you don't see how tired our soldiers are! The people also need to rest!"
Zhao Wanjun closed his eyes and sighed: "You are destroying the lives and reputations of the soldiers and civilians in the city with your own hands..."
"If the Qian Kingdom retains its fire, you will be shameful surrenderers."
The officials remained silent and had a huge disagreement with Zhao Wanjun.
Three days later, the two sides fought again.
Zhao Wanjun's injuries became more serious and he managed to repel the enemy with difficulty.
The cavalry general came to the foot of the city and asked again:
"If an official is sent out, we can stop fighting for another three days!"
This time, the officials did not question Zhao Wanjun, but secretly forced a minor official to leave the city.
The minor official cried out, but the city gates remained closed and did not move.
The Xu State Cavalry General sneered, dragged the minor official behind his horse, and dragged him all the way back.
The yellow earth is stained with blood, leaving obvious marks.
This went on for three days.
The people and soldiers in the city had rested enough, but they didn't want to fight anymore.
Whenever the cavalry general wanted someone, the officials would push the minor officials out, or even secretly tie up the common people and disguise them as officials to send them out.
Anyway, after Xuguo takes someone, he will kill him immediately.
The cavalry general followed the rules he set and asked for an official every three days.
However, the smile on his face became more intriguing.
People in the city were in panic, but they were unwilling to end this miserable life.
There were fewer and fewer officials who could be sent out, and the people became wary of the officials.
Zhao Wanjun was so angry that his wound became inflamed while he was recuperating. He developed a high fever and felt drowsy.
There was no light in the night, and the three-day period had come again.
Tonight is the final deadline. If we don't push an official out, the Xu country cavalry will probably attack again.
Those officials were so anxious that their eyes turned red. They gritted their teeth and were even ready to drive Zhao Wanjun out of the city.
They tied up Zhao Wanjun, carried him onto a simple cart, and sent him all the way to the city gate.
The torches shone, slightly lighting up the night.
When the people heard the noise, they looked over, but were so shocked that they just retracted their gazes and dared not say a word.
In the crowd, An Yue's spies looked at each other, then hurriedly moved around, preparing to rescue people at the city gate.
This Zhao Wanjun is of great importance, he cannot be killed like this.
They originally wanted to observe for a while before contacting Zhao Wanjun, but now they have to do it earlier.
Several burly men with fat faces were carrying a cart. They looked at the weak figure lying on the cart with a flash of pity in their eyes.
Since the war broke out, Zhao Wanjun has been trying his best to protect innocent people, so they were naturally cared for and protected.
Now, he has to hand over his benefactor to the foreign enemy personally, just to maintain a few days of peace.
They kept condemning themselves in their hearts, but their bodies were determined to carry Zhao Wanjun towards the city gate.
The torches occasionally made crackling sounds, and each one seemed to echo in Zhao Wanjun's heart.
The officials were urging the carts, fearing that if they were too late, the Xu State cavalry would attack under the cover of night.
They talked to each other one after another, treating Zhao Wanjun as a commodity for trade, without any mercy at all.
Anger flashed across Zhao Wanjun's frail face, and his hoarse voice was filled with sadness:
"You guys are really stupid..."
"The fighting spirit of the soldiers and civilians in the city has been destroyed by you!"
"They will become prey to the chopping boards of the Xu Nation cavalry!"
She was pale and her voice was weak and feeble.
The wound was infected and severely inflamed, and she was almost fainting.
But she just turned her head and stared at the officials who didn't dare to look up.
Like a seriously wounded angry lion, staring directly at the lion group that betrayed him.
The official didn't dare to look at her, but just urged the strong men to hurry up.
The people along the way all gathered around the road to watch, looking at each other in confusion, but remaining silent.
"Master Zhao, benefactor Zhao!"
"sorry!"
The strong men hung their heads in shame.
Although sending Zhao Wanjun away could not end the war, it could delay the attack of Xu State's cavalry by three days.
They just want to survive for a while longer and don't want to think about anything anymore.
He was also unwilling to fight with the cavalry of the Xu Kingdom again.
The enemy's strategy of attacking the heart was effective.
Zhao Wanjun sighed softly and turned to look at the people around him.
Her eyes sparkled and her heart trembled.
"Has anyone ever spoken up for me?"
The people did not dare to meet Zhao Wanjun's eyes and avoided him.
No one in the city dared to look directly into Zhao Wanjun's gleaming eyes.
Zhao Wanjun understood what was going on. A harsh sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth and he slowly closed his eyes.
Finally, a crystal tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Zhao Wanjun is not afraid of the corrupt officials in the capital, nor is he afraid of the dirty people in the dark.
Even if the Zhao family was destroyed, his own future was ruined and he almost died.
Even though she was constantly ridiculed and mocked, and her superiors and subordinates were all in a despicable situation, she never gave up the justice in her heart.
She firmly believes that there will always be justice in the world and that gratitude and righteousness are in the hearts of people.
As an official, you must live up to your responsibilities and protect the people's livelihood.
This is the most resolute determination in her heart.
Even if she was demoted to a border town and had no one to rely on her, she vowed to fulfill her duties and eliminate evil and protect the good.
Although he had encountered many bad things, his temperament had become a little colder and his murderous nature had become stronger; but his heart was still burning.
But now, she was really shaken.
She is not afraid of corrupt officials harming her.
She was not afraid of the oppression of powerful and evil officials.
But the people just turned their heads away and dared not look at her. Zhao Wanjun felt how stuffy her chest was.
All the people in the city who were seeking shelter, no one spoke up for her.
In the dim firelight, Zhao Wanjun raised his eyes, looked at the gray sky where no stars or moon were visible, and slowly closed his eyes.
As if he had already accepted his fate, he let the cart carry him towards the city gate.
She was wearing a crimson official uniform that had long been torn to pieces, with knife and sword marks all over the corners of her robe.
The glaring scar on the neck was dark red and heavy.
Zhao Wanjun lay quietly, her long hair disheveled as she was shaken by the body. Her beautiful face now looked pale.
At this moment, I don't know what she is thinking.
Perhaps he was regretting that he was so aggressive in the past and had harmed the Zhao family.
Perhaps recalling the high spirits of those days, I feel emotional.
Or perhaps, he was mocking himself for being so naive and stupid, thinking that human nature is inherently good, but ultimately being betrayed.
At this moment, she was lying on the cart, and she seemed no longer the sharp Zhao Siya of the past.
She was not the heroic daughter of a noble family, but a helpless woman who was about to fall into the abyss of hell.
That crystal tear fell silently, landed on the cart and shattered into pieces.
Just like Zhao Wanjun's mixed feelings.
The wheels of the cart rolled over the muddy ground, and the people were silent.
There was struggle and reluctance in their eyes, but in the end, they lowered their heads again.
At the city gate, several of An Yue's spies were already prepared.