Chapter 150: Heroes Have Great Moral Principles and Different Ways of Dying

The bad guys moved the sandbags, opened the palace gate, and Yun Chu led his men in.

Many people died at the gate of the imperial city, and their bodies overlapped each other. If one of them had not stabbed the knife into the other's stomach and the other had stabbed the dagger into the other's head, Yun Chu would believe that they were good friends. After all, except for the hand holding the weapon, the other two hands were tightly holding each other, and they could not be torn apart.

Yun Chu glanced at this small battlefield and had a new understanding of the eunuchs' military power.

They were really brave and fought a group of armored soldiers with a record of at least one for two.

This was somewhat related to the fact that the weapons in their hands were too good. The Qianniu knife could cut through iron, the spear made of fine steel could penetrate the stone cave gold, and the crossbows made of soft steel fell all over the ground. Of course, there were more on the other side's bodies.

This should be the place where the battle took place first. After all, after ten days of fighting, the bodies here had been frozen black. Although the bodies did not rot due to the cold weather, the scene was still filled with a choking stench.

A eunuch suddenly climbed up from the pile of corpses, turned around and ran away. Yun Chu kicked a horizontal sword, and the sword flew a long distance and pierced the eunuch's chest.

Zhang Jia hurried over and turned the eunuch over. A lot of things rolled down from the eunuch's chest. This was an eunuch who specialized in searching for corpses to make money.

With Yun Chu's start of killing, Wannian and the county lieutenants of the two counties in Chang'an had nothing to worry about. They walked along the way and killed those who made money from the dead... It made a lot of noise.

The imperial city of Chang'an is composed of the outer city, the imperial city, and the palace city, covering an area of ​​7,500 acres... Among them, the imperial city where all officials work has a regular layout of internal streets, seven streets from north to south, five streets from east to west, and no less than 20,000 houses. There are no less than 30,000 servants, eunuchs, palace maids and various craftsmen who live here for a long time. Among them, the sixteen guards and horses gather the most. Even so, it does not count the officials who have official residences and live here.

That's why the war lasted for ten days.

Yun Chu had two small courtyards in the imperial city, one in the Imperial Medical Bureau and the other in the Ministry of War.

The small courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau was not damaged, but the small courtyard of the Ministry of War was full of dead people.

Yun Chu saw the body of Lang Yuancheng, the head of the Treasury Department of the Ministry of War, in his own small courtyard. He was lying at the gate with a knife in his back. Because of the thick flesh, the wound split to both sides, and the injured spine could be seen.

Lang Yuancheng was a humorous fat man who treated everyone well on weekdays. Yun Chu often got some contraband that only the Ministry of War had from him. Of course, this guy was very ruthless when asking for money.

Looking at the countless footprints on Lang's back, Yun Chu sighed and asked the clerks to move the frozen body of Lao Lang away and put it in the corner to prevent it from being stepped on by people who came later.

After entering the courtyard, Yun Chu found that there were many acquaintances from the Ministry of War in Chang'an. There were three doctors and four yuanwailang, some from the Ministry of War and some from the Ministry of Personnel.

Yun Chu didn't care much about the rest of the people. It was good that they died, so that they could make room for the next candidate. It was a pity that Lao Jiang from the Ministry of Personnel died.

This guy had a pair of extremely dexterous hands, and he was famous for being able to store the locations of the mountains, rivers and rivers of the Tang Dynasty in his mind. The mountain and river maps made by him were treasures. Yun Chu had one at home.

Looking at Lao Jiang's bulging eyes, Yun Chu felt cold in his heart. It seemed that the microscopic model map he asked him to make could not be completed.

Turning over Lao Jiang's body, Yun Chu finally understood the reason why this guy's eyes bulged. His back of the head had collapsed. You didn't need to look to know that he was beaten with a copper hammer. The gray brains flowed down from the back of his neck, blocked by the belt, and filled his back with brains.

This thing was priceless when Lao Jiang was alive, but now, even dogs won't eat it.

The reason why these people died here was nothing more than wanting to use Yun Chu's power to escape, but in the end, neither the rebels nor the Baiqi Division were willing to give Yun Chu this face.

The gate was broken, the windows were broken, and even the tables and chairs were broken. Yun Chu's favorite pot tea set and red clay stove were also smashed everywhere.

Seeing the miserable situation in his own small courtyard, Yun Chu's heart was as calm as a lake, without any ripples.

There was nothing important here. The important things were all in the small courtyard over at the Imperial Medical Bureau, where there were many strange medical instruments made for him by Gong Zao, which could not be damaged.

He hurried to the Imperial Medical Bureau and found Lao He sitting at the door of the Imperial Medical Bureau with a big horse and a golden sword. The whole person looked blue and motionless. Yun Chu's heart tightened, and he was very worried that Lao He was also dead.

When he got closer, he saw that the guy was still alive, but he was frozen. When he saw Yun Chu coming, two tears of blood suddenly flowed from his expressionless eyes.

Yun Chu quickly took out the wine pot and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth. After this mouthful of strong wine, Lao He seemed to come back to life. He looked at Yun Chu and opened his mouth. He seemed to be crying, but no sound came out.

Yun Chu took off his cloak and wrapped Lao He up, then carried him into the Imperial Medical Bureau. There was no one in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Arriving at a temporary ward, Yun Chu asked the clerks to light the fire, and he wrapped Lao He with a few more layers of quilts and quickly boiled some hot soup.

Looking at the environment of the Imperial Medical Bureau, there seemed to be no chaotic soldiers here, and the house looked very neat.

Yun Chu took off his sword and put it on the table. He had no intention of looking at the losses elsewhere. Looking at them too much would only make people irritated.

I went to Lao He's office and found two hard-frozen eggs and a jar of icing sugar. I peeled off the egg skins and threw the eggs into the kettle. I grabbed two handfuls of icing sugar and threw them into the kettle. I sat on the fire and was quiet. Waiting for the water to boil.

Lao He was lying on the bed, covered with five or six quilts. He was extremely sleepy but did not dare to sleep. Even if his eyelids were closed for a moment, they would open immediately and he would not calm down until he saw Yun Chu.

There was a continuous sound in the kettle, which was like the water was about to boil. He wanted to comfort Lao He, but didn't know where to start. Yun Chu simply stopped talking and tried his best to keep his figure in Lao He's place. In a narrow field of vision.

When the water boiled, the frozen eggs turned into egg drop soup. Yun Chu poured the sweet soup out of the kettle, let it dry for a while, then grabbed the bowl and poured it into Lao He's stomach bit by bit.

The flames in the stove were fierce, the room was small, and the temperature rose quickly. There was finally a little color on Old He Qing's face.

"It's okay. Go to sleep quietly and everything will be fine when you wake up."

Lao He's mouth moved a few times, and he suddenly said to Yun Chu intermittently: "This... once... you... don't admire... I... will not do it."

Yun Chu had already thought of the reason, and pointed his thumb at Lao He and said: "There is no way, you have done the job. This time, I admire you so much."

Perhaps Yunchu's praise had an effect, and Lao He spoke much more fluently.

"In the midst of the rebels... I was sitting at the gate... telling those bastards that if they dare to enter the Imperial Medical Office, the old immortal, General Yun will cut them into pieces, and they will not dare to come in.

That bastard Ruichun wanted to come in for inspection, but was dragged away by Zhou Xing. "

Yun Chu raised his thumb again and said, "Who doesn't know that you, Mr. He, are also a hero who fought out of thousands of troops?"

Lao He said proudly: "I locked them all in the pharmacy and didn't allow them to come out. I was worried that the rebels would destroy the Imperial Medical Office, so I came out and faced them myself."

Yun Chu poured another bowl of sweet soup from the kettle and poured it down for Lao He. He continued to praise him, "If there is someone who prevents you from being promoted to the Imperial Medical Office this time, that person must be my enemy."

Lao He smiled and said: "I don't need your recommendation this time. I also have the order of the Imperial Medical Office at my fingertips."

Yun Chu laughed and said, "How does it feel to be promoted without relying on power and only relying on one's own merit?"

Lao He's stiff limbs could finally move. He raised his hand and said: "Who else is in the position of the Imperial Medical Office Order? Oh, no, go to the medicine store and let them out. When I went in, there was nothing to eat." "

Yun Chu smiled and said: "There are too many edible things in the medicine storehouse. Even if you carry ginseng, you can carry them for ten days and a half. As for letting them out, you have to go."

"Then give me a massage to clear my muscles and let me stand up quickly."

In the past, it was Lao He who massaged Yun Chu, who had practiced martial arts, to clear his muscles. This time, it was Yun Chu's turn to massage Lao He. Without any hesitation, Yun Chu took off Lao He's clothes, leaving only Put on a pair of trousers, pour some antiseptic on the plate, light it, dip your hands into the flames and rub Lao He's body vigorously. As long as his body temperature rises, the coldness in his body can be drawn out.

"For ten days, I stood at the door of the Imperial Medical Office for three days, sat for three days and lay down for three days. When I could hardly stand it anymore, you came, Junhou, what on earth happened."

Although blue flames suddenly lit up and extinguished on his body, Lao He was in an unprecedented good mood and began to ask Yun Chu about the cause and consequences of the accident.

"The emperor believes that many of the officials in Chang'an have alienated themselves from the imperial court, so they need to be cleaned up."

Yun Chu said it very easily, but Lao He was stunned when he heard Yun Chu's words. The smile on his face immediately dissipated and he said after a long time: "There are some bad people who can ignore the life and death of good people?

Alas, I can see that these days, no one can be trusted except ourselves. "

Lao He, who had just gone through the alternation of hot and cold, was in burning pain all over his body. However, he still put on a new official uniform with the help of Yun Chu and went to the medicine warehouse to rescue his colleagues in the Imperial Medical Department. This was Lao He's highlight moment. Yunchu didn't plan to follow.

Passing through the Imperial Medical Office and walking two hundred meters to the west is the small courtyard of Lao Huang of the Gongmen Bureau.

The door was open, and Yun Chu saw at a glance the gray-haired Old Huang lying in the yard, with seven or eight crossbow arrows stuck in his body, while Old Huang's saber was thrown away seven or eight meters away.

He is no longer the director of the Gongmen Bureau. He was beaten to death in his early years. Because he gave birth to a few more children and wanted to leave more wealth for the children, he ignored his elders and begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother and continued to work in the Gongmen Bureau. I went on a small errand, and I am afraid only Huang himself knows how many stares and sarcasm he endured during this period.

Now, no one knows anymore, because Lao Huang is dead.

Lao Huang died in the yard, and there were three young men lying in the room. They died kneeling on the ground. Even when they were dead, they knelt upright. Judging from their faces, they should be Lao Huang's sons. They were all from the Gongmen Bureau. From the uniform of the officer, it seemed that Old Huang had used the most sincere words he said to him back then.

I died in the battle in the courtyard, but my sons hid in the house and were killed as easily as chickens.

Yun Chu couldn't understand why Old Huang wanted to get married and have those kids, which led to Old Huang, who used to live a happy life and was a heroic and worldly man, becoming a pitiful person like this.

Yun Chu walked back and forth in the yard twice on the fallen leaves, and finally sighed and said to the clerks: "Send their bodies back home..."