The Longest Day in Chang’an - Chapter 42

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This pump is a bamboo cylinder with a hole in the front and a water rod at the back. The end of the water rod is wrapped with compacted cotton wool and inserted into the cylinder. In this way, with just one pull, you can **** in water from the tip and spray it with another push. This thing was originally used to extinguish the fire, but it is very easy to damage, and the amount of water sent is better than nothing, so it is not very popular.

If it is used only once, it is quite handy.

They methodically pumped water from clay pots with a pump. The leader stood at the same place, looking at the eaves of the Jingansi Hall in the distance, his body full of excitement before the killing. He suddenly raised his hand, took off the mask, threw a roll of mint leaves into his mouth, and chewed expressionlessly.

Long Bo’s eagle hooked his big nose, and it was extremely grim under the night sky.

During this period, another two or three toilet officials from Jing’an who came to the toilet came one after another. Without exception, they were all killed instantly, and all the bodies were thrown into the ditch beside them.

Wait until everyone has installed the pump and carried it on his body. Long Bo issued instructions in Sogdian language: “Separate into three teams. One team in the main hall, one team in each of the left and right sides, and the other in charge of the left side. , Use pumps on items to ensure the first time to control the situation. ”

He emphasized again: “All these actions must be completed within a moment.”

Everyone nodded at the same time. Long Bo spit the chewed mint on the ground and put on his hood again: “Go, send the lights to the chiefs of Jing Ansi.”

The small door of the confession room was opened with a bang, and the long-lost light re-entered the eyes. Tan Qi and Zhang Xiaojing narrowed their eyes at the same time, a little uncomfortable.

East did not cover up, took the initiative to apologize, and said a lot of words when he bent his teeth, and it was “yongsiju” and “painfully blamed”, almost reciting the past guilt. .

Tan Qi interrupted his words without asking and asked what happened just now. East knew that he was right, and repeated the matter just now. Zhang Xiaojing heard his face covered with frost, but he didn’t care about him, and said he would take me to see it immediately.

Elder Puja, who was seriously injured, was carried into a quiet prayer room and was rescued by a doctor in the temple. He had a knife in his chest and the wound was so deep that he was already unconscious.

Zhang Xiaojing approached and looked closely. It was a long, narrow horse face full of cracks, a broad nose and cracked eyes, and it was not a middle-earth face, but it was not easy to be sure if it was a Turkic face.

This matter is very troublesome. Whether Elder Puja is right-handed is unclear. However, the Secretary for Jing’an must have 10% confirmation before he can carry out the next step.

His sleeping quarters have been searched again, and there is no other identity-related thing except that one. And the value of that copy is not great, the Turks can completely forge a copy-they can even catch a real Puja elder, kill people, and leave the documents.

Zhang Xiaojing thought for a moment and leaned over to pull Elder Puja’s robe. Is busy said: “Tang Tujue, isn’t it appropriate?” Tan Qi coldly said: “If he is a Turkic right kill, what other legal form is not legal?” She was just shut her grievances, yes This smart, stupid deacon has a grudge.

Zhang Xiaojing drove the doctor away and tore his robe, revealing an old flesh. On the lower right side of his lower abdomen, there is a shocking long scar, such as a snake’s flank, and the flesh on both sides is rolled. Zhang Xiaojing stretched out his hand and touched it, and raised his head to say that it was Modao’s scar.

The knife handle is four feet long, and the blade is three feet long. It is the elite equipment specially used by the Tang Army for horse fighting. Looking at the length and location of the scar, this man should have been cut in half by a cross-cutting knife, but he didn’t die.

Zhang Xiaojing pulled his lower hips apart, and there were thick wear marks on the inside of his thighs, which should be the marks of riding all year round. On both sides of the waist, two curved cocoons were raised. If a person always walks in armor, the lower edge of the swinging skirt will rub against the skin, grinding out such marks-and it must be a high-grade armor.

Horse riding all year round, hanging all year round, and also being injured by Tang Jun’s Modao, this undisputed elder Puja, his true identity is clearly revealed.

“I know why the Turkic Wolf Guard wanted to kidnap Wang Zhongji’s daughter, and it was really the selfishness of killing the noble right.” Zhang Xiaojing got up and clapped his hands.

The grassland has a tradition of complaining, and the wounds made by the enemies must be healed by the heirs of the enemies before they can heal. I’m afraid that the right killing nobleman had a conflict with Wang Zhongsi, and was seriously injured. When he came to Chang’an this time, in addition to hosting Que Lehuo, he also wanted to kidnap Wang Zhongji’s daughter by the way to heal himself.

Having said that, if it were not for his selfishness, I am afraid that Jing Anji could not trace Wolf Guard.

Tan Qi doubted: “But who will kill the right kill?”

Zhang Xiaojing said: “Of course it is those guys who use the Turkic Wolf Guard. Since Shi Zhi started, right killing has no use value. In order to prevent us from squandering all things, we must cut off all connections-this man who deliberately betrayed his tribe, wanted to change Half a lifetime of glory and wealth, hey, it ’s Shaxing who ca n’t think of the door. ”

At this point, he was worried. The style of this mysterious organization is fierce and decisive. In addition to the right kill, I am afraid that other potential clues are also being cut off one by one, and it will be more difficult for them to find out. And they suddenly began to clear the traces, indicating that the big event is coming-and Jing Ansi is still ignorant of it.

The right kill was unconscious and could not ask anything, and there was no valuable clue in his room. Zhang Xiaojing’s brain turned desperately, but could not think of any way to break the situation as soon as possible. A burst of unexplained exhaustion rushed into his heart, making him suddenly feel desperate.

It stands to reason that he is not so easy to admit defeat. Maybe it is indeed too tired, maybe it is because of the long-term accumulation of pressure. Zhang Xiaojing leaned his back against the wall of the Jingqi room and closed his eyes. He was too lazy to dust.

At this moment, the right kill on the couch suddenly coughed loudly, as if to wake up, with blood stains in his saliva, and the whole person twitched violently. The doctor threw himself over and held his limbs, sweating heavily: “It must be sent to the hospital, otherwise it will be too late!”

When-when-when-

The big bell above the main hall of the Persian temple suddenly sounded. The monks stopped, wondering what happened. The two men came one after the other and carried a temporary wooden stretcher out of the residential area, covered with a camel blanket, and headed outside the temple.

The monks around were all pointing and heard that a great virtue was assassinated and were about to be taken to the medical hall. So they prayed for this brother sincerely.

Fortunately, today is the lantern festival in Shangyuan Festival, and all the squares are waiting for them all night long. Outside the gate, an oil bull ox cart has just arrived. This kind of car takes the cattle as a beast. It is slow and stable, with a roll-up seat canopy and hanging curtains on both sides. It is suitable for transporting seriously injured patients.

The two men carefully lifted the elder from the back into the carriage. There was an apprentice in a medical hall waiting in the car to help level the patient and feed a pill of ginseng. Because the carriage was narrow, the two men could not stay in the car. The apprentice asked them to go to the hospital to wait, and then hung a blue and white bell outside the car to make the driver start.

As the bullock cart moved, it wobbled away from the funeral bell. The bell was filled with lead, and the sound was very different from ordinary bells. Upon hearing this, the surrounding tourists knew that someone was going to an emergency doctor, and they all avoided a path to avoid confusion.

The oxcart slowly pulled through the bustling streets and crowds in the bell and drove towards the medical hall. It went out about half a mile away, had left the sight of the Persian temple, and suddenly drove off the crowded avenue and turned into a small alley. There are no lights here, so it’s dark.

The driver stopped the bullock and coughed. The apprentice in the medical hall in the carriage reached out a dagger from his waist and pierced the patient on the stretcher. A big hand suddenly stretched out under the blanket of the stretcher, as fast as lightning, and immediately grasped the apprentice’s wrist.

When the blanket was lifted, a one-eyed man straightened up from the stretcher and grinned, “How come the doctor’s parents are so cruel?”

The apprentice in the medical museum knew his feelings, his face changed, and he quickly stabs his backhand. The dagger stabbed the opponent, but he made a sound. Zhang Xiaojing, who had worn the chain mail earlier, showed a black iron hammer and knocked at his leg bones. In a narrow carriage, this hammer is a great killer. It can’t be avoided, and it can’t be stopped. It knocked his knee in one blow.

The apprentice uttered a trumpet, the whole person fell backwards, and the cheek suddenly moved. Seeing this, Zhang Xiaojing immediately struck him again with a hammer and knocked him out. Then Zhang Xiaojing squeezed the apprentice’s jaw in his right hand and poured a black poisonous pill from his mouth.

The coachman felt uncomfortable when he heard the movement in the carriage, and was about to turn around and look at it. Two arrows flew at the end of the alley, and he nailed his hands and feet, and the whole person fell straight down.

The sniper archer standing in the alleyway put down the big bow, and the soldiers beside him rushed over and surrounded the bullock carts. Unfortunately, after the driver landed on the ground, he couldn’t escape the feelings. His face died.

Tanqi beside the archer gave a long sigh of relief.

She carefully asked Is just now that Elder Puja had not died before the assassin left. She judged that these assassins would come back to confirm life and death. Zhang Xiaojing took this into account and set up such a bureau.

Although there is only one live mouth to stay, it is better than helpless.

Zhang Xiaojing took the comatose apprentice out of the car and gave it to the soldier beside him. He untied the chain mail and touched his lower rib. Although the knife had not penetrated into the bone, he still pierced a black piece. Zhang Xiaojing grinned bitterly, this should be the lightest injury today.

The brigade army held up several big lanterns at the alley, illuminating half of the field of vision. Zhang Xiaojing leaned on the side of the bullock cart, holding the wound while looking out at the lights. Under the candlelight, the figure is scattered, and the most graceful figure standing in the alley is the most eye-catching.

This time, thanks to Tanqi’s judgment, he can catch the live mouth, and it is worthy of Li Bi’s training.

This girl is kind of interesting. For the first time, Zhang Xiaojing’s one-eyed turbid pupil reflected Tan Qi’s shadow deeper for the first time.

Tan Qi didn’t know what Zhang Xiaojing was thinking in the dark, she was busy dealing with an annoying guy.

Is hurried from the temple, he was relieved to see the success of the setting. If the two assassins really escaped, the Persian Temple-no, it is the Daqin Temple, if you lose face and don’t say it, you may also get guilty of “Litong Bandits”. Nestorianism is not easy to spread in Middle-earth, but it is unbearable for regeneration.

Tan Qi stared at Is: “Aren’t you proud of your eyes bright? Come and admit, are these two assassins who have dealt with you?” . ”

Yi Si had to swallow a lot of words, walked over to read carefully, and quickly recognized that the driver was the assassin who killed the right killer, and the “apprentice” responded outside. He looked up: “Uh, yes …”

“Are you sure?” Tan Qi didn’t trust this guy very much.

“Under this pair of eyes, be aware of what is happening and watch the fire.” Is proudly extended **** and drew a picture before her pair of blue eyes. These two sentences come out of “Mencius” and “Shangshu”, which can be said to be elegant and docile, and it is appropriate to use classics.

It is a pity that Tanqi just heard “Oh” and made him exhaust all his efforts.

Now the identity of the assassin has been confirmed, and he has kept a living mouth. Tan Qi said to the soldiers beside him: “Return to Jingan Division! Let them prepare for interrogation.”

The soldiers raised a special purple lantern and sent a letter to the Wangning Tower of Yining Square. The lantern was lifted a few times and dropped a few times. The soldiers frowned slightly, and felt something was wrong. In the distance, the purple light of Wangning Tower in Yining Square flashes, and it seems to be sending a long sentence.

Ziguang finally disappeared. The signal soldier turned around and said to Tan Qi in a surprised tone:

“The Wanglou reported that the communication of the Dawanglou was interrupted and it was not possible to contact Jing’an.”

At this time, the main hall of Jing’an was like the outside, with bright lights and people coming and going. However, the candle is a simple candle, and people are busy people. It is very different from the leisurely and leisurely, luxurious and greasy atmosphere of watching lanterns.

Li Bi stayed in front of his book case, picked up a volume of “Deng Zhen Secrets” and read a few lines, but his heart was impetuous, and those subtle and profound words could not be read at all. He simply picked up the whisk in his hand and slowly nipped the fine ponytail whiskers with his fingertips.

Zhang Xiaojing they went to Yining Square, but there was no return. There was no news in Wanglou around for a while. He sent a newsletter to urge the document, but there was no response for the time being. Even Xu Bin didn’t know where to go.

Li Bi does not like this feeling very much, which will make him feel that the whole situation is out of his control.

None of the Turkic Wolf Guard ’s affairs, Que Lehuo ’s affairs, Jing’an ’s traitor ’s affairs, Zhang Xiaojing ’s deceptions, Li Xiang ’s and Prince ’s affairs have been sealed and sealed. Innumerable relationships are intertwined to form an extremely complex snare net, which lies on Li Mi’s chest.

The copper leak in the corner of the hall was knocked for another moment, but no news from Yining Square came back. Li Bi decided to send a pass to rush again, this time with a more severe tone. After he had commanded, he glanced at the copper drain again and found that Cui Qi was no longer standing there.

How is this going? Li Bi suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was a rush of footsteps from outside the temple. A yell was heard first, and then it turned into a scream, and the scream turned into a scream. Li Mi’s fingers tightened suddenly, his eyes burst into sharp light, and he looked at the entrance of the hall.

Dozens of black-faced masked men jumped fiercely across the hall door, and dozens of crossbow machines fired simultaneously, accurately shooting down dozens of uniformed guards and undesirable people in the hall. Then half of them regained their arrows, and the other half pulled out their knives and cut them towards the nearest scholar. Those weak scholars were caught off guard, how could there be the surplus of resistance, and the blood spattered.

These murderers are like a violent storm blowing into the temple.

This change was too fast, the others in the hall did not react, and just watched this happen dumbly. Only one bad person who escaped the first wave of raids pulled out his iron ruler and kicked back boldly. With a puff, a crossbow arrow shot into his eye socket, the soft eyeball exploded at once, and plasma and white liquid splashed beside the little handyman. Little handyman desperately wiped his clothes with his hands, screaming wildly, and then the cry stopped abruptly, and a black and clear crossbow was embedded in his throat.

Long Bo stepped toward the threshold of the temple entrance, chewing the mint leaves, and easily tossed the two empty crossbow machines aside.

At this time, the people of Jingan Division woke up like a dream. The screams suddenly rose, people stooped to hide, or ran towards the hall, the table and the case collided with each other, and the situation was chaotic. But all the temple gates have been controlled. Whoever ran out was either cut back with a knife or shot dead by a crossbow.

“Those who mutter low, don’t kill!” Long Bo’s sharp voice rang in the hall. In this sentence, there is a strong sense of sarcasm, because this is the sentence commonly used by the brigade army when carrying out the mission, but now it is used by Jingan Division himself.

Most of the people here are civil servants and have no resistance against brutal force. When Long Bo shouted, the frightened people squatted down one by one, and the atmosphere did not dare to make a sound. Only one person in the whole temple still maintained a standing posture.

After the situation was suppressed, Long Bo walked from the entrance to the hall step by step, looking around with interest while walking. This is the legendary Jing’an Division, the heart hub of Chang’an City Defense, which can command all the garrison forces of Chang’an City except the Forbidden Army. Unfortunately, like the heart, it is just a soft and weak mass of meat, and if it is stabbed into the chest, it will be vulnerable.

Long Bo walked through the rows of wooden cases, and the cowhide boots ruthlessly stepped on the reel that fell to the ground, making a creak of bamboo material. He stayed in front of that big sand table for a moment, and curiously broke down a square wall and sent it to his eyes to observe it. He praised it: “It’s really exquisite. If the Turks see this, they are afraid to envy death.”

An old man looked up and gave a pityful sigh. Long Bo looked at him: “Distressed? It’s just a sand table. Wouldn’t it be more uncomfortable if the whole Chang’an became like this?” He sighed regretfully and slid a thin blade in his hand around the old man’s neck A touch. The old man fell on the sand table, and the streets of Chang’an were stained with blood.