I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1017 The dust has settled
By the time daybreak began, more than 10,000 Yulin soldiers had the fire under control.

Wei Qing was walking on the dew while patrolling the streets when he suddenly saw an old man kneeling in front of a medicine shop in the East Market, crying while holding a blackened medicine cabinet.

"Why is the old man crying?"

He dismounted, and the sound of armor colliding made the old man shudder.

"The general doesn't know something..."

"This is the honey-refined Fritillaria cirrhosae for treating asthma for the old lady Wang in the west of the city. It was prepared yesterday. This morning... this morning her son was supposed to come and get it..."

The old man trembled as he picked up a porcelain vase. The crane painted on the vase was missing half of its wings.

Wei Qing was silent. He looked at the price list on the wall of the drugstore that was not affected by the flames - "Licorice 3 cents", "Angelica 5 cents". The handwriting was childish, probably written by an apprentice.

"General Wei! A cellar was found in the West City!"

Huo Qubing's voice suddenly exploded. Wei Qing followed the young general across two streets and saw twenty Yulin soldiers surrounding a cave covered with bluestone slabs, with fresh mud still on the ropes held up by their spears.

The moment the cellar door opened, the aroma of aged wine mixed with the aroma of malt hit me in the face.

Wei Qing leaned over with a torch in hand and saw hundreds of jars of sorghum wine neatly stacked, with the seal on the grain jar next to them clearly printed with "Supervised by Taicang".

He reached out to remove the seal, and the fragrance of new wheat instantly filled his nostrils.

"General Wei, this..."

Huo Qubing's eyes widened. They had been chasing the Yellow Turban Army for three days, and had seen with their own eyes those thugs scattering the official granary's grain on the road and trampling it, but they had no idea that there was so much stored grain hidden in the cellar.

Wei Qing picked up a few grains of wheat and put them into his mouth. Sweetness immediately emerged on the tip of his tongue. He suddenly remembered the "sword wound" on Meng Zhang's shoulder, and the smile in Su Ye's eyes when he stroked the sword.

This chess game was probably set up several years ago when the Taiping Sect and the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out!
"Pass the order."

"Register all the food in the cellars. If there is any shortage of food in the homes of the people, distribute it according to the population. If there is any..."

He stood up, the firelight casting dancing shadows on his armor.

"Register the people whose medicine shops were destroyed and come to Taicang to get medicine tomorrow."

He glanced at the medicinal herbs piled in the corner.

"Wait, you personally take people to the dock, put those prisoner carts... no, put the old, weak and sick people in the post house, and ask the doctor to treat them."

Huo Qubing accepted the order and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wei Qing.

"Send a message to the Lord and say..."

Looking at Huo Qubing's receding back, Wei Qing turned around and said to the accompanying quartermaster.

"It's time to put out the fire in Qiandu."

His fingertips stroked the jade pendant on his waist, which was a token of love Su Ye gave him before he went to war.

When the sun climbed up the palace wall, the last fire was put out. Wei Qing stood in front of the ruins of the Taifu Mansion, looking at the half piece of bamboo slips of "Book of Rites" that the Yulin soldiers dug out from the ashes.

The small seal characters on the bamboo slip were blurred by smoke, but the eight characters "When the great way is practiced, the world belongs to all" can still be vaguely seen.

He suddenly remembered that not long ago, during his free time in Hengzhou, he heard a lecture by Master Guan Zhong at the Jixia Academy: "Governing a country is like cooking a small fish. If the heat is not enough, it will be raw. If the heat is too much, it will burn."

Today, the Qiandu City looks like it has been simmering over a low fire for a hundred years. Finally, someone lifted the lid of the pot and let the accumulated steam dissipate.

"General Wei!" "I found this at the dock. It contains..."

Ran Min rode up from behind, holding a helmet left behind by the Yellow Turban Army on his double-edged spear.

"I have half of the tiger talisman hidden, and the one on your waist..."

He suddenly lowered his voice and pointed at the half bronze tiger talisman on Wei Qing's waist.

Wei Qing pressed the tiger talisman on his waist, and the warm bronze patterns he felt made his heart tremble.

He suddenly understood why Meng Zhang wanted to burn down the official residence - the land deeds hidden in the secret room, the account books hidden in the wall, and the gold bricks hidden under the ancestral tomb were now reduced to ashes, and the living witnesses were being "invited" by the Yulin Army to the inn for tea.

"Send a message to the three armies."

"From now on, the Nine Gates of Qiandu will be taken over by the Yulin Army. Anyone who causes trouble..."

Wei Qing climbed onto his horse, and the morning light gilded the cavalry beside him.

"Then invite them to the ruins of the Taiwei Mansion and tell them what success means and failure means success!"

He stroked the tiger talisman at his waist and suddenly chuckled. The moment he raised the whip, Wei Qing took a last look at the eaves of the imperial palace.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the flags on the city wall of Qiandu had long faded into charred fragments. At this time, outside Qiandu, Su Ye reined in a Luzhou Xuanchi horse under his crotch, looking at this imperial capital that was steeped in four hundred years of splendor, his nose lingering with a weird smell of smoke and burnt smell.

Behind him, the iron armor of tens of thousands of Hengzhou soldiers was frozen with frost. The remaining more than 100,000 Qian troops left by Gu Changqing were silent. The red tassels of tens of thousands of Red Armored Army soldiers were as red as blood. The silver-armored cavalrymen Wu Xiong and his left and right guards who were crippled by the Yellow Turban Army were silently repairing their tattered armor. Half of a broken arrow was still embedded in the heavy shield of the Chongyan Guard. This large army, which was a mixture of Gu Changqing's remnants and Hengzhou's elite troops, now looked like a colorful poisonous dragon, entrenched in front of the mottled walls of Qiandu.

"My lord, the general is waiting for you at Qiantian Gate."

Xuanwu rode his horse closer, and his heavy black iron armor made a sound like muffled thunder as he moved. The patterns on the Xuanwu mace in his hand were still stained with mud splashed from the previous bloody battle with Li Cunxiao, and it glowed dark red in the morning light.

Su Ye nodded slightly, and the pearl on the tassel of the Chunjun sword swayed slightly with his movement, reflecting tiny cold light.

He suddenly chuckled, startling the black-chi horse under him and making it snort. This horse was a fine Western horse that Meng Zhang had secretly sent to Hengzhou last month. Its body was as black as ink, except for its four hooves which were covered with snow. At this moment, as it stepped on the broken tiles on the ground, it seemed as if it was stepping on pieces of residual clouds.

"Ling Guang, can you smell the blood in the scorched earth?"

He tilted his head and called out, the scarlet cloak behind the red robe on his side swept across the Suzaku Burning Sky Bow hanging on the saddle,
"The ambergris granted by the imperial palace is mixed with the bamboo leaf green of the Minister of the Imperial Household Department."

The female general in red drove the horse and walked side by side with the reins. Her fiery red battle robe and Su Ye's black cloak were intertwined like bloody vines.

"Meng Zhang is very considerate. He even kept the century-old wine for you."

Her fingertips brushed across the red jade flute at her waist. Dark patterns flowed on the flute tube, which was actually carved from warm jade from the palace of the previous dynasty.

Su Ye's smile deepened when he heard this, and his eyes swept over the half-fallen flag in the city gate. The flag should have been embroidered with the Daqian royal emblem, but now there was only half a charred strip of cloth fluttering in the wind.

"Meng Zhang even smashed the stone lions in front of the palace gate in a very detailed way - the one on the east side was missing its left ear, and the one on the west side had its right eye cracked. Isn't this exactly fulfilling the prophecy of 'a blind dragon losing its hearing'?"

He suddenly raised his whip and pointed it in the air, then chuckled at Xuanwu and Suzaku beside him.

Seeing that Qiandu, which has been the capital of the Daqian Dynasty for hundreds of years, is about to fall into his hands, Su Ye, who has been suppressed for several years and painstakingly disguised as a loyal minister of Daqian, finally reveals a little ambition of his own!

"My Lord, you are right! That fellow Meng Shuai is the most mischievous. It would have been fine if he had burned down the Imperial College's library, but he left the Book of Changes Pavilion for last. The fire had burned up to the beams of the house, and he even ordered people to take out the bamboo slips of the Qian Gua and place them in front of the ruins."

A muffled thunder-like laugh came from under the heavy black iron armor, and the Black Tortoise Mace slammed heavily to the ground.

(End of this chapter)