In addition to Li Xiangjun and Zheng Tuoniang, there are more than a dozen women in the troupe.

When more than a dozen young women gathered together, it was really lively.

It wasn't until there was a slight cough outside the wooden door that the girls finally became quiet.

Then Ruan Dacheng's deep voice sounded outside the wooden door: "Go to bed early tonight, we may have to sing all day tomorrow, from dawn to dusk. If you don't have enough strength, you won't be able to hold on!"

"Sing all day long?" the girls couldn't help but whisper.

Immediately, the oil lamps in the room were extinguished and the light dimmed.

However, Li Xiangjun tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

As I was tossing and turning, Zheng Tuoniang's whisper suddenly sounded in my ears: "Sister Xiangjun, are you asleep?"

"Sister Tuoniang, you're not there." Li Xiangjun turned around and faced Zheng Tuoniang, "You're not sleeping either?"

"I can't sleep, I'm scared." Zheng Tuoniang said in a low voice, "There are Jian slaves on the other side of the lake. These Jian slaves are barbarians. They not only kill people, but also cannibalize people, and they especially eat women."

I have to admit that the weapon of public opinion is really overbearing.

As the scholars spread the word and the opera troupes repeatedly sung it, not only the soldiers in the border towns and the traffickers and footmen in various states and counties believed in the story of the two-legged sheep, but also the actors in the national disaster theater troupe and the scholars in the scholar camp were convinced of it.

No doubt.

But then again, even if the slaves didn't eat women, the murders they committed would not be much different.

"Sister Tuoniang, I'm so scared." As soon as Zheng Tuoniang finished speaking, multiple voices sounded in the darkness.

Good guy, more than a dozen girls in the troupe of Dare to Love are still awake, so tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

There is great terror between life and death, and few people can truly remain calm when faced with the test of life and death.

Hearing this, Li Xiangjun suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart and said: "Sisters, don't be afraid, the Holy Spirit will protect us, and the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty will also protect us!"

"But, but..." a weak voice sounded.

"What if when the Jiannu attack comes, they flee like Guan Ning's army? What can we do?"

Li Xiangjun immediately replaced himself as Qin Liangyu, and said lowly but firmly: "Then let's put on costumes, grab the tools and go into battle to kill the enemy and shame these eggless men!"

"Ah?" The dozen girls were even more frightened now.

…

In contrast, the dozen or so scholars who were also on the ninth peak of Yunlong Mountain were much more calm.

At this moment, in the bunker of one of the gun platforms at the foot of the Ninth Peak, several oil lamps illuminated the entire bunker hall. The tall and burly scholar who lectured on the gun platform during the day was holding a volume of the Analects and was speaking loudly.

The other scholars responded sentence by sentence, and the sound of reading loudly spread throughout the bunker.

"The Master said: The Lord is loyal and trustworthy. If your friends are not as good as yourself, then don't be afraid to correct them."

"The Master said: Three armies can seize the commander, but one man cannot seize the will!"

"The Master said: "The clothes cover the fur robe, and the clothes cover the fox and raccoon dogs. If you stand upright and are not ashamed, what is the reason?"

In the room, the soldiers of the border town who were lying in their uniforms were attracted by the loud reading of the scholars and sat up one after another.

One said: "Hey, these scholars are really interesting. There will be a battle with the Jiannu slaves tomorrow. I don't know how many of them will be lucky enough to survive in the end. How can they still think about studying there?"

"What do you know?" another slightly older veteran scolded, "I heard that these scholars are all literary stars from the sky who have descended to earth, and they are all great."

"The enemies are all immortals in the sky." The third border soldier agreed.

"Even if these scholars die, they will just return to the class of immortals in the sky and continue to be gods."

The fourth border soldier said with endless yearning: "I wonder if we can become gods in the sky after we die?"

"Just you?" said the fifth frontier soldier sarcastically. "You don't know a few Chinese characters, and you don't even know what character it is when the pole falls over. You still want to become a god in the sky? Go ahead and dream about your Qingqiu dream."

The sixth frontier soldier said quietly: "I have decided that I will let my boy study even if he sells everything."

"Studying? Stop dreaming." The venomous tongue just now began to ridicule again, "The old drunkard said that scholars are all literary stars from the sky who have descended to earth. Ma Wu, why don't you take a piss and take a picture? Just like you, you look like three

Like the bark of a Cunding Valley tree, Mr. Wenquxing will be reincarnated as your son? What are you thinking about?"

"Shut up, believe it or not, I cheated on you?"

Ma Wu, who was ridiculed, became furious: "Try saying one more thing?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the border soldiers nearby quickly stopped them.

The room finally became quiet, but the sound of reading loudly from the hall outside became even louder, and then the frontier soldiers fell asleep with the sound of reading on their pillows.

There was no words for a night, and the time came to the third day of February in the eighteenth year of Chongzhen.

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