Daliang

Kangping twenty-one years, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month

The snow in Dongyuguan has not stopped since October. Standing on the observation deck, you can still vaguely see the crowds of people outside the city. The dark clouds block the sun tightly, and a biting coldness penetrates into the defenders of the city.

The generals, not to mention the soldiers standing guard outside, seem to have lost all consciousness. But what really makes people breathless is not the cold weather, but that their food has not been sent by the court yet. This

It made everyone in Dongyuguan feel a heavy stone in their hearts.

Ji Changying stood in the room wearing a thick suit of armor without moving for a long time. Fei Ling, who was sitting next to him, also lowered his head and was thinking about something. Everyone in the room was like a sawed gourd waiting for the two of them to speak.

The two people, the deputy general and the coach, were originally like the backbone. Fei Ling, who had been thinking for a long time, raised his head and looked at Ji Changying, and met Ji Changying's gaze towards him. The two of them were family friends and had been in the same school since childhood.

After practicing martial arts and literature, he naturally understood the other party's meaning better. Needless to say, he saw the solemn look on Ji Changying's face and the way he nodded.

"Since the foreign countries were dissatisfied with our government and launched turmoil, the soldiers have been guarding the pass for more than three months, and the food and grass have been almost exhausted. There has been no news from the government, and not even a letter of comfort has been sent. Today, Japan

It's a festival, and the soldiers have been hungry for several days, so why not have a full meal..." Fei Ling could no longer continue. He was so desolate that it was difficult to speak. He closed his eyes tightly, and his fingertips on the chair turned white.

"General Fei, is there really nothing we can do?" Zhang Songran's voice was muffled, and he lowered his head and stared at his feet. The already old man was even more decadent at this time, "Is it true that we have reached the end of the mountain?"

Is it dead?"

"The snow outside the pass has been getting heavier in the past few days. Seeing that they are almost running out of food, I took a look today and it is already crowded. I can't wait. The city will be attacked in less than three days. Since it is a foregone conclusion, it is better to fight and save the bones.

We will defend the city for one day." Ji Changying looked towards the direction of the pass, which is where the people of his country live in peace, and he will defend this fortress to the death.

The generals below were biting their cheeks tightly, and the muscles on their faces were twitching all the time. Three thousand soldiers will die here tomorrow and sleep in a foreign land. Who doesn't sigh and who doesn't feel sad. "Commander, for food and grass,

There must be something fishy going on, and even if we are devils, we will not let this treacherous villain off!"

The soldiers who have been hungry for half a month are talking to each other happily. God knows they have been eating porridge for more than ten days. If they are hungry anymore, they may not be able to walk. The veteran thought to himself, seeing the arrival of Laba.

, the coach finally put out food to give him a full meal. Thinking that the family members were preparing for the New Year at this time, his heart became much brighter. "Grandpa, I'm afraid..." He turned around and looked at

The young man who pulled his sleeve was a new recruit who had just entered the barracks in the first half of the year, but after these few months he was considered stale. "My dear, what are you afraid of? Look at this Dongyuguan,

You can forget about Guanli at a glance. There are your mother and brothers there. They are all living well. It’s okay if we can see it. It’s not good to be cowardly. Don’t be afraid even if the knife is placed on your neck. We are protecting ourselves.

Those who want to protect are heroes!" The young man who was beaten twice nodded with a smile, as if he understood something, but also seemed to be still confused.

On the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the twenty-first year of Kangping, an urgent message arrived in Shangjing. The entire Xuanjia army was martyred in the city. Their tall corpses blocked the city gate, forming yet another city wall. Although the enemy camp was intact,

After being destroyed, he returned in fear and promised not to invade the territory again within ten years as a mark of respect. It is known as the "Battle of Jieji" in history.
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