I just finished burning a stick of incense to my parents and my wife, and burned the remaining paper money at home.

After going out, this was my reaction:

"No! Now that all the city gates are closed, I want to go out of the city to support those grandfathers, but I can't even get out of the city gate, so where can I start?"

In desperation, he wandered around the city.

Unknowingly, I walked to this open space and began to listen to the storyteller talking about the feats of the grandfathers.

Of course, Chen Ergou was also very interested in these situations. For a moment, he couldn't help but yearn for them, and everyone became obsessed with them.

During this process, he suddenly felt his shoulder being tapped from behind.

After instinctively looking back, he saw that it was a policeman wearing a soap coat. In a trembling moment, Chen Ergou felt unspeakable anger in his heart, and he felt evil in his heart.

The palm of his right hand touched the butcher's knife wrapped in linen at his waist.

Mainly because he thought that these people in the yamen who had become like the lackeys of the Jin soldiers were planning to capture him to please their masters.

But the man dressed as a police officer just whispered in his ear, causing Chen Ergou to give up all subsequent actions:

"This little brother, do you want to go out of town and go to Chubing Mountain? If you trust me, we have a good idea..."

****

With a sound of "Bah~", Barong spit heavily at the Jinbing camp at the foot of the mountain, as if he planned to use this method to vent all the depressed emotions in his heart.

The time now is already the thirteenth day of the first lunar month of the second year of Jingkang.

It was the fourth day they stayed on Chubing Mountain, and the sun was about to set.

If we go by past experience, at this point, the Jin soldiers who have been frantically attacking the mountain all day have also reached their physical and mental limits.

From then on until dawn tomorrow, a total of almost 11 hours, they finally waited for a good rest.

The problem is, I got through it today, but tomorrow comes, what should I do tomorrow?

You must know that during today's time, the attacks of those golden soldiers were even more crazy.

Not only are the soldiers better quality, the equipment is also better; more importantly, the offensive attitude is also much firmer.

In the past, if an explosive pack was thrown down, it would take at least an hour or two for the golden soldiers to recover and regain the courage to attack.

Today, it would take more than half an hour at most before a brand new army came rushing forward.

So much so that until now, after being modified by Brother Langqing, the 8 explosive packets with reduced charges and power have all been thrown away.

In the previous battle, they even threw two explosive packets back and forth to blow back those crazy golden soldiers.

It means that by now, they don't have a single explosive pack on hand.

So without this key weapon, can we withstand it tomorrow? It probably won't be able to withstand it anymore, and by then all of them will die on this mountaintop.

As for reinforcements, when Old Master Huang and his thirty or so men rushed into battle during the day, they were easily killed by the cavalry.

There was almost no splashing or stirring.

In addition, even the gates of Kaifeng City were closed, no one shouted loudly and cheered all day long, and there was no scene to warn the Jin soldiers about their movements.

All the above situations were naturally seen by them.

This is also the biggest reason why Balong, a rookie, is so desperate at this moment, because he really can't think of any improvement...

The food in the evening is still the same boiled horse meat, as well as soup made from horse bones, offal, and wild vegetables.

The fish soup from the past few days was gone. It was not that there were no fish in the Cai River, but that the fishermen had no energy and stayed up late to fish.

Fortunately, the amount of horse meat and broth today was much unexpected, at least half more than usual.

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be a good thing.

Because this means that due to fierce fighting and lack of medicine, the number of people eating on Chubing Mountain is now smaller.

The same amount of food originally was eaten by fewer people, so there will naturally be more food on average.

If you think about it more deeply, it would be Hu Biao who jumped on the street and asked Barong and Fan Zhu to cook the pork a little more.

This means that even Hu Biao, a desperate commander, may not have the confidence to hold on for much longer.

Worrying that the person is dead but the meat is not eaten is a big loss. There is no doubt that this guy has such an idea given his provocative temperament.

Everyone is not stupid and can see the current difficult situation and the fact that they may not be able to hold on tomorrow.

Therefore, it was a rare and abundant horsemeat dinner, but everyone had no taste in their mouths. They just stuffed it into their mouths mechanically, forcing themselves to fill their bellies.

After eating, Hu Biao didn't even have the intention to hold a daily meeting.

Like an old farmer, he squatted on the edge of the mountain top facing Kaifeng City and started to pump his hand-rolled trumpet "bah, bah!"

In the uncomfortable silence, Barong couldn't help but ask: "Lao Hu, are you still singing today?"

"If you don't want to sing, let's not bother you tonight. Just boil some water and take a bath, soak your feet, or drink some alcohol mixed with water to relax and have a good sleep. Anyway, it's up to you.

After recuperating, I will kill one more golden soldier tomorrow."

After a moment of silence, Hu Biao started talking to everyone after a puff of smoke came out of one of his nostrils.

After saying that, he spit out the cigarette in his mouth, took the chipped horse blade, poured a little water on a whetstone, and started polishing it.

Such an answer immediately explains a lot of problems.

After hearing such a statement, Barong suddenly felt that his whole body was extremely tired and he didn't want to do anything.

He put the helmet on the back of his head like a pillow, and lay down on the muddy ground covered in blood and gravel.

Looking at the bright moon that is getting fuller and rounder as the Lantern Festival is approaching, and the bright stars that fill the sky.

For a time, my heart was filled with too many emotions, and I remembered too many things and people that I thought I had successfully forgotten.

It seemed like he remembered a certain woman in the modern dimension that he had sadly missed, and was now someone else's wife and the mother of someone else's child.

I wonder if after hearing the news of my own death, my eyes would turn red and I would let out a long sigh.

I thought of my parents, wife, and relatives at home. What would happen if I couldn't go back?

Of course, the most important thing is that he has a strong feeling of depression and injustice in his heart, which was developed because he could only wait to die here.

But no matter how unhappy he is, what can he do?

Could it be that in this desperate situation, a miracle can still happen...

There is another chapter in the evening, but I have to go out temporarily, so it will be a bit late.
Chapter completed!