Carrying the grain bag, fine beads of sweat flowed from his forehead to the hollow of his nose and flowed to his mouth. Zhang Liang exerted force on his lower abdomen, breathed out a long sigh of relief, and the sweat flew everywhere, and he pushed the grain bag upwards.
He regretted that he had eaten too little just now. The dozen or so trips carrying large bags of grain from the tent to the grain truck had already made Zhang Liang's legs feel like they were filled with lead. If the next few days continue to be labor intensive, Zhang Liang will miss the forklift before traveling a little bit.
Suddenly everyone was banging their heads and yelling something in a panic. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and the coachman was busy pulling the reins to stabilize the mule's mood.
Gradually, Zhang Liang heard Dutou's call clearly: "Those who can shoot arrows will go up to the wall, and those who can't shoot will deliver supplies to the wall."
Lost? So fast? Zhang Liang sat on the grain bag and gasped, "Okay, destroy it quickly, I'm tired."
The cheap uncle threw the grain bag next to Zhang Liang with a bang, causing the dust to fly. He raised his hand to touch the beads of sweat and threw it aside. He stretched his neck and looked at the village gate.
Old Hutou also squeezed over quietly and whispered: "From now on, the three of us cannot be separated."
The three of them looked at each other, and Zhang Liang nodded affirmatively.
In this military village, the one-foot-high wall stretches along the official road, like a bracket protecting the official road. To the north of the village wall, ditches, large pits, and newly cut tree stumps are alternately dotted on the hillside.
Lao Hu leaned his back against the wall and looked out.
Zhang Liang joked: "Old Hutou, you are doing well in CQB."
"What about tin coins? I've only heard of copper coins. Iron coins are not as bright as tin ball coins. I'm talking nonsense." Uncle Beni interrupted.
Lao Hutou set up a pergola with his hands and looked into the distance. He saw a few probing horses in the distance, galloping from the official road. They met the flag at the village gate and signed the horse to enter the village.
Zhang Liang also looked to the north. The clouds were like black dragons crossing the river, rolling and drifting across the sky. The sun disappeared and appeared, but the clouds seemed to be covered with a turbid yellow color. Sandstorm?
Old Hutou pointed to the smoke in the north and said: "That is a battlefield, there must be tens of thousands of people."
Many years later, Zhang Liang finally understood that tens of thousands of cavalry would artificially create a sandstorm on the battlefield, but at that time he stood taller and sighed: "The yellow sand covered the sky and covered the stars, and the red flag was half-rolled out of the camp gate."
The gong rang again under the stronghold wall, and Dutou shouted for the Hunan soldiers and rural soldiers to come down from the stronghold wall, pack up their baggage, and withdraw to Xiongzhou.
Old Hutou looked pale and his legs were trembling. He murmured, "If I don't stay here, how can the baggage outrun the cavalry?"
Zhang Liang looked at Lao Hutou's embarrassment and sighed: "Old Hutou, why are you so afraid? I'm afraid it's not PTSD."
The cheap uncle also joked: "But I was so scared that I fell to the ground."
Instead, the old bearded man said angrily: "You two are so ignorant."
The mule cart made a rhythmic creaking sound on the official road. Zhang Liang slowly followed the mule cart, while his thoughts were like a computer searching for knowledge about various wars in his brain. To be precise, life-saving knowledge.
He got close to Old Hutou, who was still looking pale and looking back from time to time while sitting in the car, and said quietly: "Old Hutou, does the luggage on the car have any armor?"
Old Hutou's eyes lit up and then he said with a sigh: "Yes, there is, but this is all iron armor and weighs fifty or sixty pounds. I'm afraid you and I can't afford it. If there is a pair of leather armor... "
Zhang Liang interrupted: "Do you have a shield?"
Uncle Jianyi came closer and said, "There's some in the car behind. I installed it."
Zhang Liang nodded and said: "We have to make plans in order to face emergencies. If the baggage train reaches Xiongzhou City safely, we will be safe."
"As Old Hutou said, when the cavalry catches up with the baggage team, we have to prepare some supplies and run into the woods or ponds. Along the official road, our two legs cannot outrun four legs."
The cheap uncle looked at Zhang Liang curiously and was speechless. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. He stumbled and said: "Liang'er, your plan is good. Why didn't you realize it before as well as now?"
Zhang Liang hurriedly interrupted and said, fearing that this would be a bargain, his uncle had to find a reason in his memory: "Uncle, you forgot that when you were building the temple the year before last, you collected a few buckets of rice short and asked the scabby monk to teach me some skills. Monk He said I’d figure it out when I’m older.”
The cheap uncle said with a smile, "Fortunately, I gave up a few buckets of rice to give Liang'er more ability." Zhang Liang thought to himself, if you knew that what the monk taught was actually half of the "Diamond Sutra", and most of it has been eaten and forgotten until now. If it was all gone, he would probably be heartbroken over those few buckets of rice.
Zhang Liang thought for a while and said: "Food, ropes, armor, crossbows, arrows, swords and spears, shields. We must find a way to gather what we don't have in this car."
The three of them dispersed one after another, looking around in the cart one after another. Until Zhang Liang found a crossbow, he picked it up from the car and put the crossbow on his back. The driver looked back and said, "Young official, this is not something you can play with."
Zhang Liang pointed back with a smile and said: "My uncle said, let's borrow it. Later he will hunt some game for everyone to eat in the evening." The coachman also laughed, all the wrinkles on his face were squeezed into one place, and he raised his head. He raised his hand and shook the gourd and said, "He's called. I'll give him some wine."
With a clang, Zhang Liang threw a bag of crossbow arrows into the car and put the crossbow on the car. I saw the cheap uncle coming back cursing. "This shield doesn't belong to him, so why won't he let me get it?"
Zhang Liang rubbed his forehead and looked at the sky. Dark clouds were rolling in, a sign of frontal rain. Just as Lao Hutou came over, Zhang Liang went over and whispered a few words. Lao Hutou smiled, slowed down, and slipped towards the cart behind.
I saw Lao Hutou folding his hands and bowing, and vaguely heard: "If you don't prepare rain gear, borrow a few shields to keep out the rain...".
The sound of galloping horses came from far away, and a horseman galloped by the roadside, beating a gong and shouting: "Speed up." The dust brought up by the four horse hooves made everyone cover their mouths and noses.
Only Lao Hutou looked pale and stood there with a shield in his hand like a sculpture. Zhang Liang hurriedly took the shield and inserted it next to the cart. He helped Lao Hutou onto the cart.
Uncle Jianyi also walked up to him and whispered, "Are you going to follow the plan now?" Zhang Liang looked around and saw that there were open paddy fields to the east and dry fields to the west. Only further to the west are there layers of mountains. There is a vague tower in the south connected to the mountains in the west.
Old Hutou hurriedly interrupted Uncle Cheap and said, "It's so empty around here. Now you're a deserter. Let's see how many steps you can run."
"When we see the city, let's see who is faster." Old Hutou heard the sound and stood beside the cart's shaft, looking south.
As the city got closer and closer, there were several waves of probing horses galloping away, and there was even one wave with obvious blood stains on the horses. But Zhang Liang didn't remind Lao Hutou. To prevent him from becoming more nervous.
Until there was a probing horse going in the opposite direction and shouted: "The city gate is closed, camp outside the city." The crowd was like a pebble thrown into a pile of flies, and they started to stir up chaos. They all led people with whips and went around shouting and beating them. With.
Zhang Liang was puzzled as to why the city gate was closed before he saw the enemy. I took a peek and saw that Old Hutou had slumped down on the cart and muttered to himself. It seems to be a prayer, but also seems to be a curse to camp outside the city for not guarding the village.
When the large convoy finally got off the official road without a cup of tea, a large group of cavalry passed through the official road. Most of them had arrows on their armor, and some of the horses also had arrows on them. In the span of a stick of incense, these cavalrymen ran back from the official road, cursing, and continued heading north.
Zhang Liang looked at the stacked mountains again, and they seemed to be closer, less than one kilometer away.
