Seeing that the flies were finally stopped buzzing, Hu Guang pulled Wen Tiren back to the working group and then spoke, "Mr. Liu Wang, have you heard what I said just now?"

This time, Liu Wang responded immediately: "The civilian woman heard it!"

"Wow, little monk, who are you from Lord Wen?" Ruhua interrupted, her tone full of surprise. "I heard that Lord Wen is very low-key, but I didn't expect to say such words for you. It must be a big deal!"

The relationship is not ordinary? No, he is just my worker! Hu Guang replied silently in his heart after hearing this.

He had a serious matter to do, and now he suppressed Ma Fugui, so he took this opportunity to say to Liu Wang: "Liu Wang, please write it down, I will tell you a powerful weapon to defend the city. This is the specific method..."

Then he talked about the method of the flowering bullet and finally confirmed: "Did you remember?"

In fact, this thing is not difficult, it is just a creativity. Liu Wang's husband is also a yamen runner. She has a little more knowledge than ordinary women, so Hu Guang only said it once and she remembered it.

After hearing her affirmative reply, Hu Guang ordered: "Tell your husband, let him convey it, or you can tell Zuo Yingxuan directly, and let him make this flowering bullet as soon as possible to defend the city. No training is required, ordinary civilians and soldiers can use it. It should be able to kill and injure Jianlu a lot and persevere until reinforcements arrive."

If he had said this before, Liu Wang might not dare to say it. After all, the county lord was a person who looked up to her. Even if he said it to the child's father, he was afraid that he would be scolded if he said it wrong.

But now, the Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty is extremely safeguarding the salvation of all living beings, which invisibly increases the weight and authority of all living beings' speeches. Therefore, although she does not understand, she agrees without hesitation.

Seeing that this matter ended, Hu Guang no longer wasted his time, but just said "I'm busy" to Ruhua, and then quit the chat group.

At this time, the civil and military officials had almost gone. The six ministers and cabinet ministers who stayed behind, including Man Gui, did not speak, and were waiting for him to issue an order.

Hu Guang looked up at the Jianlu army far outside the city. He saw nothing unusual about it, so he smiled at Man Gui and said, "I have to give you an explanation!"

In Man Gui's surprised eyes, Hu Guang turned his head to the senior Ming official next to him and said, "Let's go and see the injured soldiers with me!"

For later generations, visiting injured subordinates is the most common trick to gain favor from their subordinates, and everyone knows it.

In ancient times, this situation was also true, but those who could do this were famous generals and capable ministers. As for the emperor taking the highest officials to visit ordinary wounded soldiers, this was probably the first time in five thousand years.

When he heard what he said, he was stunned by the same stupidity as the people on the floor, whether they were senior civil servants or ordinary eunuchs.

Seeing that they reacted so much, Hu Guang was too lazy to say that, so he walked straight to the stairs.

Wen Tiren came to his senses and felt that it was too shocking. He also considered safety and was about to persuade him, but he found that the emperor had already reached the stairs.

After seeing this, he immediately remembered the emperor's style of doing things these days. In a moment of change, Wen Tiren gave up his thoughts and was the first to follow.

The eunuch, the chief of the Imperial Horse Supervisor, came to his senses and waved his hand quickly, especially to Fang Zhenghua, Dongfang Bubai: "Come on, protect Your Majesty's safety!"

With the two of them leading the way, no matter what the others thought, they had to follow.

The street leading to the city gate is spacious and flat, but there are the Han generals and Jinyiwei under martial law. The adjacent alleys are relatively narrow.

These alleys were filled with wounded soldiers on the top of the city. They were simply bandaged and leaned against the wall. On the road near the inside, there were rows of corpses, all of which were killed in the battle just now. Nearly 2,000 people were injured, and they were all arranged in these alleys, and the number of people in each alley seemed a bit too much.

A group of soldiers were scattered in the alley, taking care of the dead and injured. From the handling of the resettlement and bandage, it can be seen that these people did not take care of themselves seriously, and their faces were numb, as if they were used to life and death, or their attitude towards human life was like treating pigs, sheep, cattle and other animals, and they might even be a little cheap.

These wounded people also had this awareness and did not complain about it, or had a look of pain on their faces, or were numb. Only some seriously injured people were facing death and made some noise. However, they would be scolded and ordered to shut up immediately.

These wounded people either closed their eyes like clay sculptures; or turned their eyes to look at the Jinyiwei who was patrolling with knives in the alley, occasionally showing a hint of envy; or turned to look at the street outside the alley, as if they wanted to see what was there.

When the civil and military officials in the court were sitting in sedan chairs or riding horses, occasionally someone discovered the situation in the alley, but these people just took a look, as if they had seen nothing, and immediately disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

When the wounded heard the movement on the street, they almost looked up and then became the official masters. They knew very well that these official masters would not care about them.

Time seems to be still with them. They all accept their fate, waiting for the arrangements fate that fate gives them.

The howling cold wind made the wounded crowd try to squeeze together to keep warm. Even the great general standing on the street they could see was standing there with his hands and neck.

At some point, there seemed to be some movement on the street, causing several wounded people near the street to turn their heads and look.

I saw that the great Han general turned against his shrinking standing posture just now, as if the wind was no longer cold at this time, and he was about to stand up with his head held high and his chest.

Soon, a group of people appeared at the entrance of the alley. They did not leave the street, but turned into the alley, which surprised them a little.

Before I could see who was coming in, I heard a sharp voice singing loudly: "The Emperor is here..."

This shout was like a rock that shocked the sky, making the alley so numb that everyone turned their heads to look over. Everyone was surprised that even the lowest-level officials did not bother to look down in the alley. Will the emperor, who is the emperor, come here? The first thought of these people was that they thought they had heard it wrong.

I saw a young man walking in at the entrance of the alley, surrounded by a group of red official robes, wearing the most dazzling costume color of bright yellow.
Chapter completed!