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Zhang Alang pondered for a moment, reached out to silence everyone, and said loudly: "Please be careful, all villagers, please be calm. Erlang Shenjun is here. We have no intention of rebellion. When I send an apprentice to clarify the matter, I will let all villagers go home safely." After that, he appointed a disciple to find the people in charge of the Song army outside to communicate, and turned around and entered Erlang Temple to find Wei Ti and others to discuss countermeasures.

As soon as he stepped into the temple gate, he was surrounded by the anxious people of the Northern Han Dynasty. Wei Ti raised his hand to stop the others from speaking, and said first: "Qi Bo was caught off guard in this matter. According to my judgment, it must be the traitor who informed Song Ting that we both sides had reported the news. Now we are all under the protection of Qi Boyi. We can only listen to Qi Bo's arrangements for how to act." After that, he looked at Zhang Alang and waited for him to speak.

Zhang Alang looked ashamed and bowed, "Thank you General Wei for your trust. It is my fault for not taking good care of all the guests. For the sake of the present plan..." He pondered for a while, as if he had made a great determination, and said, "I am facing the Minjiang River in the west of the Erlang Temple in Guankou. There is a small path behind the temple that the temple keeper often walks through the daily water. Outsiders don't know much. Wang An can take the generals to the Minjiang River. There are bamboo rafts in my temple by the river. All the generals can go down the river and escape from here."

Wei Ti was still thinking about it, and suddenly heard the noise outside the temple again. Zhang Alang bowed deeply to Wei Ti again and said, "I still want to go outside to appease the villagers, so I won't send you all the generals. Let's leave here. May Erlang God bless you all the good things." After that, he turned around and left like a whirlwind.

When he arrived in front of the temple, he looked closely and saw that Zhang Alang had a deep cultivation and was peaceful, and his eyes were scattered. It turned out that the disciple who had been sent to the Song army surrounded the temple was cut off his ears and released them back. His face was pale and blood kept pouring out of his head. As soon as he saw Zhang Alang, he knelt forward and cried, "Master, there is already thousands of soldiers outside and it is so irritating that the leader said, "We can only obey the orders. The disciple's ears were cut off by this guy and eaten!"

Zhang Alang stroked the disciple's shoulders and sighed, "Zhang Yu, you are an honest farmer at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. You are the teacher who has caused you to suffer this disaster." He raised his head and looked at the at a loss below, pondered for a while, and said to the disciples: "You are like me, both nearby villagers. You just need to scatter among the villagers. As the teacher, you will not betray you. The Song people will never kill all the thousands of villagers. But someone will eventually lead the matter. Since they are the master of the Erlang Shenjun, there will be a teacher to take responsibility."

The disciples knelt down together, and Zhang Yu even cried: "Master, even if we fight our lives, we must keep Master safe."

"Nonsense!" Zhang Alang said with a stern face: "I am the Qi Bo of the Shenjun of Guankou Erlang. Everyone knows that within a hundred miles. Even if you are willing to hide your body, how can you know whether the government will let you go as your teacher? You are different. You should keep a useful body and serve the Shenjun Erlang." After saying that, he suddenly remembered something and said: "In the future, the priest of the Shenjun of Guankou Erlang, your senior brother Wang will be responsible for him. You must all assist him well. Wang An is jealous of evil, but he is not good at understanding. You should advise him more." After saying that, he let his disciples leave.

Seeing a group of disciples slowly scrambled into the villagers, Zhang Alang loudly advised the villagers to squat on the ground according to the requirements of the government army, standing in front of Erlang's position, waiting for Song soldiers to come in to arrest him. The disciples looked at his lonely figure standing in front of the blazing fire with solemn expressions and spirits as if the Lord Erlang of Guankou.

After all the villagers squatted on the ground for a while, Song Bing, holding swords, shields, crossbows, and arrows, entered the yard. They will occupy the four corners of the square and the altar first, and tied Zhang Alang, who knew it was the bandit leader, to one side, and confirm that the villagers will not resist here and there is no danger, then they will ask the chief general to enter the square.

After a while, a Song Jiang, who was wearing a helmet and armor, pressed his waist knife, stepped in. He walked to Zhang Alang, looked at him and asked sternly: "Are you a group of people causing trouble and colluding with the Northern Han demon Zhang Alang?"

Zhang Alang looked up and said aloud: "I am a tea farmer at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, Zhang Alang, the priest of the Guankou Erlang Temple." After that, he stared at the Song general and heard what he had to say.

Unexpectedly, the general Song smiled and said, "That's right." He actually pulled out his waist knife and cut off Zhang Qibo, who was deeply trusted by tens of thousands of people from Shu, in public. He saw a blood arrow soaring into the sky, and the body stood for a long time before he fell down.

The underground villagers and Zhang Alang's disciples did not expect Qi Bo to be beheaded so easily, and they all started to yell. The Song army, who was surveillance from the side, rushed into the stadium and took several villagers who were the most quarrels to the sidelines. The heads were cut off on the spot. The shocked other villagers did not dare to speak. The Song general announced proudly: "Zhang Alang, a stubborn citizen in the stalemate of the Guan County, was witchy and confused the public, and formed a clique to rebel, and was killed on the spot."

When Zhang Qibo was beheaded by the Song general, Wang An was taking the people of Northern Han to the path behind the temple. He only heard that the temple was full of life, but he didn't know what happened? He walked with Wang Gui in front of him. The Song army guarded the big and small roads around the temple, but did not know this shortcut that only a few people knew. Therefore, Wang An and the people of Northern Han had been safe and sound to the Minjiang River. The five sect generals who had been waiting here were ready. Wang An turned to Wei Ti and others and said, "General Wei, I'll send you here. You can go down the river and find a dock without military guards. Take care of me." As he said that, he clasped his fists and said goodbye to everyone.

Wei Ti patted his shoulder and thanked him, "Thank you for leading the way. If there is a place where we need to wait in the future, we will speak." Everyone in the North Han Dynasty also agreed with emotion. Everyone knew that since the whereabouts were exposed, this trip was a life-long death. Although most of them could not have water, they stepped onto the bamboo raft. The members of the Erlang Shen Cult carried the boat off the land and arrived at the center of the river and went down the river. At that time, the moon was dark, and if there was no fire illumination, there would be no people a hundred steps away. Therefore, the Song army besieging Erlang Shen Temple did not find the bamboo raft in the river.

After about two incense sticks, Wei Ti nodded. Wang Gui smiled and took out a piece of silver from his arms and handed it to the boatman, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, this boatman can choose to send me ashore."

The shipman said at first that he would not pray for the money of his guests, but later he was not as strong as Wang Gui. Then he took it with great gratitude and raised his pole to support the raft towards the beach. The people on the boat had been shaking carefully on the water, and when they saw it approaching the land little by little, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, several long arrows suddenly shot from the back of the ship, and one of them fell into the chest of the ship. It turned out that the Song army didn't know how to learn about the whereabouts of the people in the Northern Han Dynasty, and then chased after him on a boat.

The boat lost its support and immediately started to rush around the river. No one from Wei Ti, Wang Gui and others understood the nature of water, and could not play rafts. They could only watch the boat that the Song army was riding slipped closer and closer. Only Chen De picked up the bamboo pole dropped by the ship, and tried his best to prop the bamboo raft to the shore. The arrows released by the Song army in the rear became more and more dense. Wei Ti and others pulled out their swords and called the arrows, trying their best to protect Chen De who was carrying the raft.

Suddenly, the Song army stopped shooting arrows, and the people in the Northern Han Dynasty were unclear. Chen De tried his best to support the ship towards the tidal flats on the shore. A voice came across the river: "My general admires General Wei as a man. If you abandon the darkness and turn to the light, you can save your life."

For a moment, except for Chen De who was desperately raising a raft, everyone in the Northern Han Dynasty looked at Wei Ti. After the chaotic five generations, the generals served the monarchs of several dynasties, and it was rare to be loyal to one country and one monarch. Seeing that the other party made such a promise, Wei Ti made his decision.

Wei Ti stared at the back and saw only the blurred shadow of the Song army's ship in the night gradually became apparent. The soldiers with bows and arrows stood on the bow and said calmly to everyone around him: "Wei has been fighting for life and has long put life and death out of the way. If you don't want to, you can hand over my head to the Song general." Everyone looked ashamed, and Wang Gui even said: "How can a tiger general surrender to the rat? We are willing to fight to the end with General Wei."

At this moment, Chen De cheered, and the bamboo raft paused heavily. Several Northern Han soldiers could not stand and fell off the bamboo raft, but felt that there was only a shallow layer of water, and their feet had already stood on the soft beach. It turned out that the bamboo raft had already landed.

"Why don't you leave quickly!" Wei Ti shouted softly. Since he did not surrender, everyone hurriedly hugged the chief general and got off the bamboo raft and ran towards the woods on the shore.

The Song army did not expect that the Northern Han people would not surrender under such a huge gap. At the command of the general, the seven or eight crossbows on the bow of the ship were shot, but most of them were shot missed. The remaining few branches were shot slightly accurately and were killed by the fleeing Northern Han soldiers. Most of the Song army was from northerners and could not surrender. At this moment, there was no skill, so they had to use the back of the knife to slash the boatmen and scold them for their efforts to row quickly.

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