The round-headed projectile is not very penetrating, but the explosives filled inside are shocked. Every time it explodes on the city wall, it is like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, and the rumbling tremor continues to spread, just like the spring thunder during the Jingzhe period.

The soldiers and civilians of the entire Yan'an Prefecture were trembling. From the garrison generals to ordinary people, this was the first time that many of them felt the power of artillery at such a distance. The shock and despair were definitely not just described by saying how invincible it was.

This is something that cannot be fought against by humans.

After three consecutive days of attack, the morale in the city has now dropped to an extreme level, but no one dared to open the city gate because they were afraid that it was not the Song army but the Song Beiyun who was in charge.

The world once admired King Fu of the Song Dynasty, both enemies and friends, because King Fu was an absolute Confucian general, who was generous and righteous in his use of troops, and there was no such thing as killing prisoners. But now King Fu no longer led his troops, and he was exchanged for a Song Beiyun. He heard that this man was a disciple of King Fu, but the two acted differently. Outside, he was a god of killing. His reputation was much louder than the cannons outside the city.

Many places have collapsed in the disrepaired city walls, and the soldiers in the city do not know how long the city walls can last.

But after a round of artillery bombardment this morning, many paper balls with cloth umbrellas suddenly appeared in the sky. When the paper balls were in the air, they would begin to drift in the wind and scatter to every corner.

Someone in the city picked it up, but there was nothing special about it, but a very eye-catching line of words was written, "If you don't open the door in seven days, you will attack the city with heavy artillery."

Only after this did everyone understand that the cannons that have caused the whole city to be volatile in the past three days are just light cannons... They still have heavy cannons that have not been used.

At this moment, Yan'an Prefecture, which was already panicked, was immediately shrouded in it by a heavier cloud.

"General, there is no food in the city."

Li Sen, the commander of Yan'an Prefecture, was hiding in the camp and wondering what to do. He was holding a leaflet from the Song army in his hand, but a sentence of such a desperate news came from his ear.

Morale was low, the climate was cold, and the food was out of stock, so all the military strategists were gathered for him.

Originally, for the sake of the uprising, the food of the people in the city was almost squeezed to the limit, but now no merchants are in and out, and the food is exhausted. If there is no mutiny, there will be mutiny due to the outage of food in the camp. Even if there is no mutiny, there will be human flesh.

Once they start cannibalizing, the morale and mood of Yan'an Prefecture will be extremely depressed. Needless to say, dealing with the heavy artillery of the Song army, even their clamor may lead to a complete collapse.

"I understand, you go down first."

Li Sen's face looked very bad, but he still sat upright, but his legs were shaking like sieve under the table. He was very confused now and didn't know what to do. He neither dared to open the door and was surrendered to the evil star nor dared to grit his teeth to defend the city. In a dilemma, he has now almost turned white overnight.

At this moment, Song Beiyun was also sitting in the camp and having lunch. The logistics of the Chang'an army was excellent. The team was equipped with a kitchen squad. Although the taste was much inferior to the restaurants in Chang'an City, these Qiu Bas had long been satisfied with being able to eat a bite of hot meal in this ice and snowy camp.

"Mr. Song, I'm very surprised." Yang Wenguang held a bowl and ate the noodles inside: "You said, look at the high-ranking officials, they pay attention to the same pomp, food, clothing, housing and transportation. Why do you not pay attention to anything when you come here? Eat a big pot and sleep on a camp bed, but you can't see any airs."

Song Beiyun was not surprised by this kind of question. He almost subconsciously replied: "People will pursue something strange."

He had long discussed this kind of thing with Miaoyan, why there were so many corrupt officials and so many extravagances? In fact, to put it bluntly, it is because there is no pursuit in my heart.

This is not much different from middle-aged men starting to fish, bracelets, and walnuts. People who have higher-level pursuits in their hearts actually don’t have much thought to spend on these things, just like why in the hot revolutionary era, so many people gave up their life of luxury and frugality to resign themselves to the poor and empty newism, and even died and died.

In the face of higher-level pursuits, all prosperity is false. Food is nothing but filling, and clothes are nothing but warmth. Can the most precious ingredients have the ideals in the heart? Can the most luxurious fabric have the bright luxury in the eyes?

Only when people are empty can they use these things to fill their lives. In the hot era, those who chew tree bark have truly created a new world.

"So why do I always tell you, don't forget your original intention. I will strive to be the person you want to be, otherwise once I give up, everyone will become a salted fish that pays attention to the unrealistic appearance. When the people are finished, the country will be finished." Xiao Song put down the noodle bowl: "It's been three days, but they haven't opened the door yet to surrender?"

"It seems like a hard bone." Yang Wenguang shook his mouth: "If you want me to say it, why not just let the geotechnicians blow up the city wall and kill in one go."

"Then you will know what it means to resist to the death." Song Beiyun smiled and shook his head: "It may be that my name scared these people."

"What should I do? It's not a big deal to waste like this. I promise my brothers to go back for the New Year."

"Close your mouth!" Song Beiyun frowned: "You must not say such things on the battlefield. You will get married after fighting this battle and take your brothers back for the New Year. This is a big taboo."

"No... I don't know that there is such a taboo."

"Now it's there." Song Beiyun stood up, lifted the curtain and looked at the city in the distance: "So, follow my orders and advance the camp below the city."

Yang Wenguang didn't need to ask why, he took the order and began to pull out the camp. The team began to advance one after another one. For such a large-scale war, one mile was almost a face-to-face. Even the artillery positions could start moving forward, otherwise they might be accidentally exploded into their own camp.

After the camp was stationed again for defense, Song Beiyun ordered all the chefs to start cooking in front of the formation, and put whatever they had, and the spices were opened.

There were two hundred utters in front of the formation, and mutton was stewed inside. The taste of spices and mutton mixed with it was floating and it entered the tall city wall of Yan'an Prefecture.

Not only that, the bacon stir-fried in the iron pot tasted even more irresistible. Even the guys in the Song army who ate three meals a day were drooling when they smelled the fragrance.

Poor soldiers guarding the city, looking at the hard bread in their hands, and each of them was only half a piece, and smelling the fragrance of meat floating outside the city, they felt so painful that they could not express.

"Damn it, these Song soldiers are damn!" A side general who was guarding the city angrily bit the bread in his hand and took a deep breath of the meat smell in the air: "Isn't this angering people?"

The deputy general next to him swallowed, carefully poked his head out, and secretly looked down with the "Qianliyan" given to him by a businessman in Song. After looking around, he retracted his head and took a breath.

"General Zhu...Song Army buried pots outside the city to make rice, and the pots were full of meat..."

When talking about meat, the general couldn't help swallowing, took the "Qianliyan" and looked away, but found that there was a big pot outside the city. With this distance and the "Qianliyan" of this treasure, you can see clearly what is stewed in the pot.

"Oh, sheep bone stick. Hiss... This bacon is so good, with three layers of flowers!"

"General Zhu, stop thinking about it, I'm almost crying."

Hearing his assistant's plea, the man sat down against the city wall and sighed: "How long has it been since we had eaten meat?"

"I ate chicken once three months ago. It was a merchant from Song State who came here with filial piety."

"Oh..." He shook his head and sighed: "If this continues, if you want to eat meat, you may only eat people."

The generals are like this, and the soldiers at the bottom are even more unbearable. Those who have never been hungry will definitely find it difficult to understand the feeling of suddenly asking about the fragrance of food after being tortured by the cold and hunger. They now only have half a piece of scone cake every day, no oil or salt.

This side was as dry as a stone. After eating it, it was overwhelming. There were some pickled vegetables, but the pickled vegetables were cut off a few days ago. In addition, the Song army bombarded them for several days, which made them unable to sleep and dare not even take their heads. The mental pressure itself was extremely huge. Now it's good... The Song army did not come, and the fragrance of mutton came first.

"The general is not good!"

Just as Li Sen picked up a bowl of batter and prepared for dinner, someone outside ran to his tent and said panting: "General! The Song army began to bury the pot and cook rice since they landed in the city. Now the morale of the army is unstable. Just now, the city defense general killed two soldiers who wanted to open the city gate and surrender to the enemy. If this continues, it will be a mutiny, General!"

When Li Sen trembled his hands and did not hold the bowl in his hand, the batter spilled all over the floor.

Now there are two roads in front of him. One is to open the city gate and all the soldiers fight out a bloody way and withdraw from Yan'an Mansion. The other is to open the door to accept surrender. Otherwise, if the food and grass are cut off tomorrow, and if the Song army outside the city is stirred up like this, the camp will be mutiny.

But both roads may be dead ends. Li Sen knew that the Xixia soldiers under his command could not confront the elites who seemed to be powerful in the Song State. They had guns and cannons, but they only had big swords and spears. Fighting hard was a dead end.

And when you open the door... you will be buried alive if you open the door.

"You...you go down first, I'll think of a way."

"General..."

Li Sen waved his hand and signaled him to leave soon.

At this moment, the Song army outside the city started eating. Each person had a bowl of mutton soup, each person had a spoonful of oily bacon, and the freshly steamed buns. I wonder how beautiful it tasted.

The people who stood guard were still standing guard, and those who got off duty sat around the fire and chatted. They were all rough people and the things they talked about were very tacky, but they couldn't resist everyone's liking them. From time to time, they could still hear all kinds of laughter and scolding from the camp, but it did not look like a war.

"What if someone attacks unexpectedly at this time?" Song Beiyun put down the curtain and turned to ask Yang Wenguang: "How do you beware of surprise attack on the camp?"

"The sentry has three hurdles, and when there is an enemy situation, it will sound the trumpet. When these ruffians pick up the guys, they will start to prepare for the surprise attack. First, they will ignite the camp, and then hide in the dark. As long as the enemy team appears, cold guns from all directions will attack. The camp will burn, and anyway, the food, grass and supplies are hidden ten miles away." Yang Wenguang explained seriously: "When I was practicing, I attacked them a lot."

"Don't be anxious." Song Beiyun sneered: "After the New Year, I will find you a professional team of imaginary enemies to let you suffer a good defeat."

"Ah?" Yang Wenguang was stunned: "Imaginary enemy?"

"You will know then, don't come to me and cry." Song Beiyun laughed: "Even the Northern Navy, I'm afraid it can only win a 100-2 win rate."

"Haha, Lord Song, don't joke. Can anyone in the world beat the Northern Navy? No!"

"A gamble?" Song Beiyun laughed and pointed at the wolf-tooth pendant on Yang Wenguang's neck: "If you win, give it to me."

The pendant on his neck was the amulet left to him by the old Jindao Linggong Yang Ye. Yang Wenguang was reluctant to leave, but after all, he felt that Song Beiyun was too naughty, so he was determined: "Okay! What if Lord Song lost?"

"I will take all the pressure from the court to rehabilitate Yang Laoling."

"A word is certain!" Yang Wenguang's eyes were burning: "You are not allowed to deny it."

"Dog guy, I'm the one who doesn't keep his word?" Song Beiyun kicked him in the butt: "Get out, I'm going to sleep."

There was nothing wrong with that night, and the next morning, Song Beiyun started to act evil again. Because the new supply was arrived, he simply started roasting the whole lamb early in the morning. Let everyone feel what it means to roast under the 850-mile division.

These Qiu Ba was very happy. Although the military camp strictly prohibited alcohol, but if you have meat to eat, you still have to pick it?

But the Yan'an Prefecture City was in pain. They sat on the head of the city and smelled the smell of the barbecue. The fragrance was more attractive than the mutton soups yesterday. Some soldiers couldn't help it and even began to bite their hands to relieve the pain.

But outside the city, they started shouting.

"Brothers in the city, as long as you open the city gate, you will have meat and steamed buns, and eat them open!"

"Burning sheep is so beautiful!"

These shouts made many heads appear on the city wall, because it was still early and the commander had not yet gotten up. They couldn't help but hear the shouts outside.

And just after they showed up, the people below continued to shout, "Brothers, it doesn't matter if you can't get out. Put some ropes down and we tie some meat for you to eat. Everyone is a soldier and earns military pay, and they don't have to worry about their lives."

The superior was probably hungry, and he really put down a few ropes. The Song army at the lower end did not lie, so he actually hung two sheep and a large basket of white flour buns to raise them.

The soldiers on the city saw that they had really given them, and immediately rushed up to start grabbing food. However, there were too many monks and few meats. Some soldiers were slow to handle and didn't even catch a sheep bone. Even the person they grabbed was just one bite.

"Brothers in the city, let's come back later. If you want to eat something, tell me what you want."

Yang Wenguang had just cut a piece of lamb leg and sent it to Song Beiyun. When he saw Song Beiyun getting up early, he asked curiously: "Mr. Song, I have never understood why you know how much food you have in which city?"

"Information is the key to a new type of war. Countless caravans on the road are my eyes and ears." Xiao Song pinched a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth: "No need to investigate anything. Just based on the prices on the market, the income of the people and the number of soldiers around the granary in the city, you can know how much reserves there are in a city."

"So awesome?"

"There are many amazing people." Xiao Song chuckled: "This is a big question. The military academy will teach you at that time. Don't worry. When Prince Fu arrives, the military academy will be opened immediately."
Chapter completed!