It's just dark.
On Yundang Mountain.
The wind was strong, causing the trees to sway and make strange sounds.
The camp seemed dead, the silence was eerie. The strong men responsible for guarding and patrolling should reduce their movements as much as possible to conserve their physical strength.
Everyone's face is very pale, their eyes are dull, their steps are sloppy, and the aura of despair is spreading.
Long Qie wore heavy armor and led dozens of soldiers to patrol the camp. There was no communication with the soldiers on guard or patrol.
This is a team that has completely lost its soul. There was no collapse, no reason to surrender, just because they knew the Mongolians would not let them go.
To stay here is to starve to death. If you surrender to the Mongolian people, you will be killed. Death is everywhere. It's better to wait and see if there are reinforcements.
After Long Qie inspected the camp, he returned to his tent. Chen Jiagui sat by the stove and warmed himself up, motionless.
In order to stabilize military morale, officers, including Long Qie, also implemented food rationing. Currently, I only have one meal a day, and I can only eat half full.
Even so, they can only hold on for fifteen days at most. After fifteen days, they will starve to death.
People are dying every day now. Some people starved to death, and some died of illness. The corpses were transported out and piled up on the right side of the mountain stronghold, turning into blocks of ice.
Fortunately it's winter now, otherwise there might have been a plague.
"Brother." Long Qie entered the tent with difficulty and greeted Chen Jiagui. Chen Jiagui's dull eyes regained some of their agility, and he stood up with difficulty, helping Long Qie take off his armor. Then the two brothers sat together in front of the stove to warm themselves up.
"I regret it very much." Long Qie raised his head and said to Chen Jiagui.
"Why?" Chen Jiagui raised his almost numb palms and placed them very close to the stove, trying hard to absorb the warmth.
"I knew it would turn out like this. Why should I step forward? Together with Zhang Jin, follow Wu Nian. It's easy for him to fight, and it's easy for us too. Now that I failed to raise an army, I not only harmed you old brothers, but also lost tens of thousands of people. People will be buried with me.”
Long Qie bit his lip until it bled, and his body couldn't stop shaking. This was not the ending he had hoped for.
He wanted to kill all the Mengyuan people and avenge his family.
But he screwed up and sacrificed tens of thousands of people.
Now, it might really be the end.
Because of Wan Yanxian's blockade, Long Qie had no idea that Wu Nian had arrived at Guangyang Mansion and captured two cities.
"Brother. Don't have too much psychological burden. This is your choice, and it is also our own choice. The people who are still following you until now have deep hatred against the Mengyuan people. No matter whether they kill the Mengyuan people or are killed by We don’t regret the killing by the Meng Yuan people. Besides, brother, have you forgotten? We still have reinforcements. Master Wu will definitely find a way to save us."
Chen Jiagui raised his head, his eyes shining with hope.
Long Qie was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile.
Wu Nian.
He believed that Wu Nian would come to save him, but it had been so long and there was still no news about Wu Nian.
Was Wu Nian defeated?
Also a possibility.
After all, Guangyang Mansion is not Beishan Castle. Wu Nian is not on his own territory, so his combat effectiveness is different.
After sitting for a while, the two brothers entered the inner tent and slept together.
no way.
In such a cold weather, I only eat one meal a day, and it is only 50% full. Their physical strength has reached its limit.
The same goes for frost resistance.
Although it was a little awkward for the grown men to sleep together. But it's better than freezing to death.
............
It was close to noon.
To the west of Yundang Mountain. On a hilltop.
Zhang Jin led three thousand men, without any cover, and set up camp in such a striking location, overlooking a Mongolian mountain stronghold in the east.
The young men had already eaten, digesting and waiting.
According to the agreement, they launched the attack at noon, and there was still a little time.
Zhang Jin stood on a rock and looked at the Mongolian village in front of him. Then he looked around at the strong men around him.
This is a group of strong men with crude weapons and not even 10% armor rate. They are not even considered a militia.
It is an impossible task to use such a mob to capture a mountain guarded by the Mongolian people.
He is only responsible for feinting, and he can only feint.
"Brothers, it's almost time, assemble." Zhang Jin shouted. Suddenly, the strong men resting everywhere gathered under the stone and in front of him.
"You know what our level is. The thunder is loud and the raindrops are small. Attack us. If the Meng Yuan soldiers come out, we will flee immediately. Remember, don't even think about fighting with the Meng Yuan soldiers. Otherwise, you will die. It’s miserable.”
Zhang Jin said with a serious face and shamelessly. We feel it is impossible to win such a case.
"Yes." None of the strong men was unconvinced, and they all responded.
"Kill!!!" Zhang Jin waved his hand and ordered.
"Creak, creak." The camp door was opened. Zhang Jin left only a hundred strong men to guard the camp, and led most of the troops out of the camp, down the mountain road, and then attacked the Mongolian stronghold ahead.
"kill!!!!!"
The soldiers carried a small number of ladders and made a loud roar. Zhang Jin's orders were fully implemented, with loud thunder and light rain.
Suddenly, the whole body was affected by a single move.
In the Mengyuan Village opposite. The soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty had enough food. They could eat and drink enough every day and be full of energy. After hearing the noise, they immediately came out of the tent in large numbers and climbed onto the camp wall to defend themselves.
"Warriors, cheer up and don't underestimate the enemy." A scarred-faced Captain Meng Yuan hurriedly put on his armor, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and loudly encouraged morale.
"Yes." The Meng Yuan soldiers roared loudly in response to their commander.
The killing sound spread far, far away, and even reached Yundang Mountain.
The people in Longqie were so hungry and dizzy that only a few people heard it at first. After a while, almost everyone heard it.
Long Qie didn't even wear armor, so he and Chen Jiagui came out of the tent to listen to the noise.
"The West. The killing sound came from the West." Chen Jiagui looked happy and said to Long Qie, "Brother, we are saved, it must be Master Wu."
"That's right. He's really here. He's really here. No one will come to save us except him. Everyone in Liaodong General's Gate is dead." Huge joy swept through Long Qie's heart, so much so that he spoke They were all a bit incoherent.
But after all, Long Qie was also a hero who led tens of thousands of people and fought against the Mongolian people. He quickly calmed down and turned to Chen Jiagui and said: "Send the order and bury the pot to make rice. The days are running out. Only by eating enough can we seize the opportunity and rush out."
"Yes." Chen Jiagui's face glowed red, he bent down and answered.
"Mighty! Mighty! Mighty!!!" The men and horses, whose eyes were already glowing green because of hunger, suddenly burst into loud cheers. Then they quickly buried the pots to make rice and took out part of the limited food. , began to prepare for the breakout.
