In the north courtyard of Wangzhuang Fort, there are only two defenders on the fort wall.
Before they could realize where the loud noise was coming from, they were shot with bows and arrows by the border troops and hid under the inner low wall.
One of them hunched over to report the news, but was shot over by Gao Xian with an arrow.
The other man dropped his bow and arrow and shouted surrender.
Then, they attacked the south courtyard from the two courtyard gates and the fortress walls on both sides at the same time.
Liu Chengzong did not participate in this simple battle.
He lost the ability to fight and ran back and forth in the deep courtyard of Wangzhuang Castle like a bull with a stab in the butt.
The sound of the Happy Bar exploding doubled in the closed cellar, making his ears hurt and his head buzzing.
This effect took a long time to fade.
But after the smell of gunpowder in his mouth and nose subsided, it was replaced by a pervasive, strangely sweet fragrance.
Liu Chengzong felt that his body was shaken.
This worried him so much that he frantically tried to escape from the smell and prove that he was not hurt.
But the smell is everywhere and getting stronger.
Gao Xian came over with a knife in hand: "Lion, what are you doing in the back house? I can't find you anywhere. Do you smell the fragrance?"
"broken."
Liu Chengzong couldn't understand the principle of this. It was so amazing: "Your nose was also blown up."
Gao Xian ignored the impact of the smell on him and said the battle was over.
The defenders were quite capable, but a little lacking in equipment, but they had been well-fed for a long time and well-trained, and several of them were wounded.
Manager Wangzhuang also has a strong will to fight.
He was shot in the heart by an arrow from Liu Chengzu. When he was dying, he warned the garrison commander that he would fight to the end even if he died. No one else would survive if Wangzhuang was lost.
It is this sentence that brings too much pressure to people.
Before the steward died, the garrison's general flag surrendered, and he was stabbed on the neck with a knife, and a certificate of surrender was issued.
The people in charge are all dead. Even if they hold the fort, they will die. It is better to die later as thieves.
Cao Yao has reached an agreement with the two thieves outside, and they will keep 40% of the contents of the fort.
Liu Chengzong frowned when he heard this: "Brother Cao is still outside the fort?"
Gao Xian said it was reasonable: "Yes, it's at the bottom of the fort."
Liu Chengzong stopped paying attention to him and stopped worrying about the problem of his nose, and ran to the fort in a hurry.
Without saying a word, he asked someone to drop a rope, drew his bow and arrow, and shouted: "Whoever moves, shoot to death!"
Cao Yao was talking to someone below. When he saw this, he immediately realized what was happening and turned back to grab the rope to climb up.
After a few seconds, he jumped from the high wall.
He held his sore buttocks, raised his hand and pointed around, his face full of distress: "Oh, you guys, what can I say to you, you don't know how to let me come up first!
What can I talk to them about down there? "
He is like a hostage down there, his wealth and life are in someone else's hands, and he is not a talented person who can coordinate everything, so he can't negotiate any good terms.
Once he came up, Cao Yao was very powerful.
Holding on to the perforation, he shouted downwards: "Both of you, retreat to the south bank. I will give each of you 10%. I will never break my promise!"
Five to six hundred people were blocked below, and it was difficult for them to leave. It was better to waste money and avoid disaster.
There are more than 40 rural soldiers with no combat experience on the mountain. They rely on them to transport food. If they fight, people will die, and they will be chased in the middle of transporting. If they lose or win, they will be compensated.
When transporting grain, whether it is a large amount or a small amount, it is a profit.
This is road money.
The same goes for the other way around. Although Cao Yao went up in a flash, he could still get some money and food, and the two groups of thieves below were also happy.
The three parties argued over each other across Wangzhuang Fort, and finally agreed to this, and then slowly retreated to the south of the river bank.
It wasn't until Wangzhuang Fort couldn't see a thief within sight that the frontier troops enjoyed their carnival here.
After the long hunger in Yuhe Fort, and the fear in Black Dragon Mountain.
They were like a group of beggars who had never seen the world, running in a fortress as large as a manor.
Expensive decorations can be seen everywhere, and strange and bizarre utensils dazzle people.
Someone was wearing a satin bijia as a cloak, and the crowd was strutting around.
Even if others say it is a women's dress, they don't care. As long as it is a piece of cloth, it can block the mandarin duck jacket that has run out of cotton.
The soldiers rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and collected piles of gold and silverware.
He used a gold hairpin to make darts and a silver grate to catch head lice. He drank a lot of wine and even took off his clothes and lay down in a wooden barrel sprinkled with flower petals to peel off the thick skin on his body.
Many people gathered around the table in the nave in silence, with all eyes and attention focused on the table.
Between the jade paperweight and the exquisite porcelain, there is a crystal hourglass with a little figure, crystal clear, and fine sand is slowly leaking downwards.
After waiting for a long time, the weight of the wooden figure next to the hourglass triggered the mechanism, and he swung his drumstick and hit a small cymbal drum with a thud, which made the soldiers laugh.
Mu Ren'er won applause for himself.
There are also people, including Tian Shoujing, the commander of the border army, who was born in an indomitable manner, without parents, wife, or children. He guarded the border for seven years for the imperial court and fought three battles with the northern barbarians. He walked into this stable and collapsed.
Crying like a child on the dirt floor.
For the first time, he knew that his ideal in life should not be to be the boss.
It should be like being a mule.
Wangzhuang's mules are better fed than Yuhebao's army horses.
In Yuhe Fort, the soldiers and horses were better fed than the people.
It was only then that Liu Chengzong knew that his nose was not broken.
Everyone can smell the rich sweet smell.
That smell is in Beishan, squeezing out from the cracks in the mountains and going straight into people's noses.
Walking into the cool cave passage, the scent finally became clearer and clearer on the tip of my nose.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the aroma of wine hits your face.
Countless grains were piled up to a height of ten feet on both sides of the gate, crashing into Liu Chengzong's field of vision like an overwhelming mountain.
Under his feet, the rotten liquid fermented in a closed environment gathered into shallow puddles. When it was far away, it smelled of fragrance, but when it was close, it smelled like a stink.
Silk and satin, gold and silver jewelry.
It's not as good as the people who starved to death like wheat in the drought. The old grain in the mountain cellar was not replaced with new grain, and the grain piled at the bottom rotted.
The fighting men who left the army in northern Xinjiang were stunned and no one could speak.
Liu Chengzong recalled for no reason that on the day when he was guarding the bandits in Black Dragon Mountain, Shiliu squatted next to the corpse that had eaten dirt and died, and poked it with a wooden stick, saying that his father's stomach was like this.
If you take out one thousandth, no, one ten thousandth from here, Sixteen's father will still not die.
"Here, how much food is there?"
Even Cao Yao, the wealthiest among the crowd, could not get an accurate number from this scale.
Others don't have this ability.
No one has ever seen so much food, not even Liu Chengzong has another memory.
He took a deep breath, his breath trembling.
He said he wanted to move, but when he couldn't finish moving, he called hundreds of people outside to move.
"What a vassal king! You can't leave even a grain of millet to those misers!"
The crowd cheered loudly, and their curses on the lord and the world echoed in the deep mountain grain cellar.
The vast transport team lit torches, dispersed in three directions with Wangzhuang Fort as the center, and came back soon.
People used donkeys, mules, carts, and even carried bags of grain on their hands and shoulders.
From night to dawn, from dawn to dusk.
Sleepless and forgetful of food and sleep, until the person is exhausted to death, he falls heavily to the ground with the grain bag on his back, his blood is choked with red and yellow soil, and he can no longer get up.
No one said a word, I couldn't move it.
This is not white rice and white noodles, not yellow rice and yellow noodles.
They are parents, children, aunts, brothers, uncles, aunts, and the lives of all living people.
He can move it, and as long as there is food, the soul of the dead will get up and continue to move it.
When the last bag of grain was moved out of the mountains, Liu Chengzong's eyes were red and he was so sleepy that he might collapse at any time, but his energy was extremely high.
The leaders of the two groups of thieves also had the same virtue. They stopped in front of their horses. One was gentle and the other had broad shoulders and long arms. They asked: "There is a lot of food. If you can't take it back, what are you going to do?"
They were asked, and the four of them looked at each other. Liu Chengzong said: "It's hard for us to take them all back. We will throw some to the poor families at night, and save every extra one."
The gentle leader raised his fists and asked, "May I ask if any of the leaders have their names? I'm going down to Taotian. If something happens in the future, you can look for me in Nanjia Mountain."
The other leader, with broad shoulders and long arms, had a strange look on his face. He looked at Chuang Tuotian for a while before he clasped his fists and said, "Shoot Tuantian below, I'm at the tiger's waist."
Now it was the four people's turn to look complicated, and they had not thought of their respective names.
Moreover, the place mentioned by these two people was not far from Yan'an Fucheng, and it happened to be in a triangle with them, surrounding Fucheng.
But before they moved food, they always moved it in the opposite direction.
They are very wary.
Cao Yao asked: "Whose name is left?"
Liu Chengzong saw that none of the three people were interested, so he leaned on his horse and said, "My name is Tiger General. We are hard to find here. If something happens later, I will look for you."
