On the day of the granted marriage, the daughter of a general wept and was reborn!

"what happened?"

Seeing Shen Wantang's brows tighten, Cen Xiao wanted to take the letter and take a look.

Shen Wantang turned his wrist and hid the letter into his sleeve.

He walked aside, poured a glass of water and drank it down swiftly.

It turned out to be Chen Kangjian...

She was looking forward to this result, but also afraid of it.

If he could bring Chen Kangjian to his side, it would be confirmed that Ji Xunchuan's throne was not granted by the previous emperor.

But this move is too risky.

If this move was really carried out, the lives and property of Cen Xiao, Chen Kangjian, the Shen family, and even the subordinates of the Shen family would be in Shen Wantang's hands.

She didn't dare to gamble, and she couldn't gamble.

"What's wrong with you?" Cen Xiao came forward and asked in a low voice.

Shen Wantang finally came to his senses: "The scouts reported that they will leave in the next few days. Our traps and trenches have been dug. The only thing left is the land temple."

Seeing that Shen Wantang did not speak to him frankly, Cen Xiao said nothing more. He turned around and sat on the Arhat bed beside him.

"My people have gone to the land temple many times, but no one could persuade the temple keeper." Cen Xiao let out a long sigh. Being a lobbyist was something he, as a military man, did not understand.

Besides, he really didn't know how to lobby.

Shen Wantang seemed to be thinking about something, and put down the teacup in his hand: "Don't worry, I'll go talk to the temple keeper."

As the night grew darker, Shen Wantang changed into clean clothes and went out.

He walked all the way to the land temple with a determined look on his back.

"Uncle." She knocked on the wooden door and called out loudly.

There was no response from inside the door. Shen Wantang slowly pushed open the wooden door, and a creaking sound was heard.

As soon as the wooden door opened a crack, a piece of wood flew over, followed by a string of curses: "Get lost! I've already said that the God of Land cannot be moved, you bastards, don't even think about taking over the God of Land! If you must, then go over my dead body!"

The voice is hoarse and dry, but sonorous and powerful.

Shen Wantang walked forward slowly: "Uncle, I'm here to discuss something with you."

The old man knelt in front of the God of Land without turning his head, just staring at the God of Land in front of him.

"It's no use telling me anything!" the old man responded sternly.

Shen Wantang also came forward, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to pay his respects to the God of Land, and then knelt upright beside the old man.

"Old man, the rebels are about to attack us." Shen Wantang let out a long sigh. She raised her head and her eyes, like the old man's, were fixed on the bronze statue in front of them.

"I know." Thinking of this, the old man sighed.

"The enemy is very powerful. I'm afraid they will force their way into the city gate. If we really let them break in, I'm afraid the entire Hong County will be burned and killed by them."

The words fell along with the tears, and Shen Wantang frowned.

"Aren't you going to protect Hong County?" The old man snorted, but his tone was full of obvious disdain, as if he was questioning the army.

Shen Wantang was not discouraged. He slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on the old man's face.

The old man has dark skin, and the lines on his forehead are carved by time. He kneels calmly and composedly. He is thin, but one can seem to see his majestic and broad figure.

Just like what the people in the city said - he was tough, as if he could accommodate everything in time, but when talking about the land temple, the old man wanted to eat people.

"The God of Land has blessed Hong County for hundreds of years. Even the corrupt officials have never thought of touching the real body of the God of Land! Now, you are worse than robbers!"

The old man turned around, cursed through clenched teeth, and even spat.

"Uncle, the God of Land protects Hong County. I respect him, but now that foreign enemies are invading, we need him." Shen Wantang patiently persuaded him.

"Now, we cannot get the copper we need for the siege in time, so we can only borrow the bronze body of the Earth God temporarily. If we win this battle, I will definitely rebuild the golden body for the Earth God."

Shen Wantang's eyes were determined. As he spoke, he took out the golden token and handed it to the old man.

"I, Shen Wantang, swear on the orders of my deceased mother that if I win this battle, I will definitely rebuild the golden statue for the God of Land."

She emphasized it again, her eyes more determined, and by that time, tears were already in her eyes.

Looking at Shen Wantang, the old man also burst into tears.

Following Shen Wantang all the way to the outside of the land temple, Cen Xiao felt anxious.

He thought about climbing over the wall to see how things were going, but he was afraid of disturbing Shen Wantang's plan, so he could only pace back and forth at the door.

When the wooden door reopened, Shen Wantang walked out slowly, and the old man followed behind him with a staggering step, the hostility in his eyes no longer as before.

There was no one on the dark street, only the tiny sparks in the distance added some light to the street.

"I didn't expect Miss Shen to be so capable." Cen Xiao appeared silently and flashed to the side of Shen Wantang.

"Thank you for the compliment, Prince." Shen Wantang spoke coldly, but his pace quickened a lot.

He hurried back to the county government office, assembled the soldiers, and started the boiler overnight.

After several days of smelting, the God of Land in the land temple has now turned into a pool of copper liquid.

"Scouts report!" Dai Ying rushed over, "People from the mountain city have already set out. According to their marching speed, they will probably arrive tonight."

Shen Wantang clenched his fists, his eyes were firm: "It's time, tell the soldiers to go to the battlefield."

Night falls.

Behind the gate of Hong County, the soldiers were already ready for battle.

On the city wall, Shen Wantang was wearing armor, with a red silk sword at his waist, staring into the distance with a sharp gaze.

"When the brothers rush out, use molten copper to weld the city gate shut. Add more torches to the gate. If they use ladders, just burn them directly..."

Shen Wantang instructed Dai Ying who was beside him.

But Dai Ying was impatient, he took out the short blade in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't worry, I am the best short blade master in the capital."

After the words fell, Cen Xiao sneered: "He is just the best in the capital."

Not far away, a dark mass was approaching.

Dai Ying, who was full of confidence just now, felt a little flustered.

Cen Xiao was ready to fight. The last time he fought was half a year ago. Now he could fight in the battlefield again, which made him excited.

"You only need to send out 5,000 soldiers." Shen Wantang continued to instruct, "If that doesn't work, Cen Xiao and I will find a way."

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow with sparks flew over and hit the city gate.

"Ha!" A powerful shout came from not far away.

"So many of my brothers were killed a few days ago. Today is the day for me to take revenge!"

That familiar and low voice came from the bottom of the city.

Now, they are fighting with weapons.