Chapter 27 (1/2)

Night fell.

The imperial army had already returned to the camp, and the lights were still bright on the top of the city.

Now there is no shortage of oil in the prefecture and the city can be used without fear. Therefore, the number of lanterns and torches on the walls of the city is a little exaggerated. Almost all corners are illuminated as bright as day, even in the important areas of the city. There are also special personnel on the edge to inspect.

Intrigues are often hatched and put into practice in the dark environment. Zhao Yuanjin's manner makes some people in the city feel helpless. Besides gnashing their teeth, they are somewhat envious, jealous and hateful. After all, not all the princes of any family have the courage to spend money like this.

Due to the backward productivity, the oil production in ancient times was not high, mostly from animal oil or vegetable oil. Therefore, in the military field, oil is a very important strategic resource with limited quantity and high price.

Of course, Qin Feng has learned that the world also has ”kerosene” production, that is, oil. However, most of them come from the western regions or the north, and the mining and utilization means are primitive and backward, so the production is limited. In the history of the Western Zhou Dynasty, there are only books about his own use of oil in the early period of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

In a tavern, the Taoist priest of pine forest, who had finally mixed into the city, had changed his clothes and looked like a scholar with great achievements and fame. Therefore, the shopkeeper was very polite to him and asked the staff to serve him attentively.

As a matter of fact, this inn is a secret stronghold set up by the Jingcheng Department of the imperial court. It specializes in investigating information and monitoring the situation in the city. However, Zhao Yuanjin is very strict in guarding against it, so the people here can not play a significant role now.

As the imperial army besieged the city for many days, curfews had already been implemented in the city, and the common people were not allowed to go out after dark, and the violators would be arrested and severely tortured by night patrol soldiers as spies.

The sound of horses' hooves came from the street, and a large troop of soldiers escorted the long convoy to the direction of the city wall. All the cars were covered with black cloth and could not see what goods were carried inside.

Songlin Taoist specially chose the second floor room facing the street and stood behind the window lattice, silently watching the motorcade moving away. The palpitation and uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious, as if the thick cloud on his head lingered all the time, bringing him a heavy pressure beyond words.

Since he came to the Imperial Army camp, he had this feeling, and now he has doubled since he came to the city.

The spiritual consciousness of a man of practice is far better than that of ordinary people. This ominous premonition has brought him a very obvious warning. The best way to deal with it is to withdraw immediately and stay away from the land of right and wrong.

However, he is not alone. Since the school has a mandate, the disciple can only follow it. For the sake of Zhang Minzhong's big plan and the long-term interests of zongmen, he had to do some things.

”Do you want to sneak into the Jiedushi's mansion to have a look...”

Taoist Songlin pondered, and immediately gave up the idea. According to the incredible behavior of Zhao Yuanjin's Department recently, there may not be no high-ranking people hiding in the mansion. After all, his accomplishments are limited. Once discovered, it is not generally difficult to get out of the way.

Judging from the current situation, Zhao Yuanjin is afraid that it is really possible for him to rise. Once the pattern of Jingzhou changes, it will be extremely detrimental to the imperial court and the school.

Perhaps, the problem can only be solved by reporting the matter to the school truthfully and sending several elders with deeper cultivation.

The attack continued the next morning.

Yu Fangzhou, who had not recovered from the injury, insisted on his comeback and personally supervised the battle under the banner. Thousands of soldiers and soldiers rushed to the city wall one after another under the yelling of the military judge.

The city's garrison was in full force, and the dense arrows and stones fell one after another, and soldiers were constantly injured and fell to the ground halfway. It wasn't long before a strong smell of blood began to fill the air.