Someone took the blame, and the morale of the military became more stable, but as long as the food problem was not solved, it was all in vain.
Although Gao Basi Timur used oil to find Hong Boyan Timur to take the blame, the pressure was completely put on himself, and there was no one to share the burden.
As the leader of the army, the issue of food and drink was firmly placed in front of him.
Headache, helpless.
Without Hong Boyan, a person who could talk to the Ming army, the Ming army had no hope at all and could only rely on itself.
The last bit of food I got from Zheng Xiong in the morning was made. I was left alone and there was nothing I could do in this windy and snowy weather.
What we can do is just make a fire and wait for God to decide.
From morning to night, the sky showed no sign of clearing up.
The snow outside the pass is particularly enchanting, leaving behind a thick layer of snow.
With such a beautiful scenery, Zheng Xiong couldn't hide in bed all the time.
I got up at noon, talked to the people under me, and met face to face.
They are all very diligent, not as lazy as Zheng Xiong, and they still insist on practicing in such a cold weather.
At noon, Zheng Xiong had a big pot meal with the officers and soldiers in a very friendly manner, and then came to the city wall.
Looking at the endless prairie covered with snow, I felt excited and couldn't help but compose a poem.
The scenery of the northern country is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness, and the rivers are flowing up and down.
It’s over here, I won’t talk about the rest.
Li Si, who was listening on the sidelines, was still interested. Who could listen to such a small amount, so he hurriedly asked.
"Master Hou, I haven't finished this song yet! I wonder if I will be lucky enough to hear the next masterpiece."
He glanced sideways at Li Si, "I dare to do it, but do you dare to listen?"
"You want to listen?"
"I am listening attentively to Lord Marquis's masterpiece."
"I cherish the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, who are slightly less talented in literature. The Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less charming. Genghis Khan, the genius of the generation, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot at big eagles."
"Wait a minute, I didn't hear anything."
Seeing that they were coming to Lao Zhu's place, Li Si quickly stopped talking, looked around, and he breathed a sigh of relief when there was no one else there.
This is so scary. You are the Marquis of course, but why is this tone so wrong?
The main reason is that the angle of the poetry writing station is wrong.
Zheng Xiong didn't care, he just wanted to show off, and situations like literary inquisition were not within Zheng Xiong's consideration.
If Lao Zhu really wants to kill people, he has many reasons, and he will not be able to find a reason. You can know it just by looking at the people implicated in the four major Hongwu cases.
There are many ways to treat you.
If you don't close the case, you're just dragging it out to see who doesn't want to implicate you and see what you can do.
It's a pity that the pretense is not good enough. As for letting more people hear it, forget it.
Li Si next to me was lucky enough to hear it, but knowing it was not necessarily a good thing.
Gao Ba Si Timur's side has completely lost hope.
Looking at the grassland covered with snow, I feel like crying but without tears.
I boiled some snow water at noon to fill my poor stomach.
There is no dinner now, and the heavy snow shows no sign of stopping, so even if it stops, it will be of no use.
If I stay hungry for another day, everything will be in vain.
"Wanhu, the soldiers in the army have been hungry all day, and they are complaining. Can we get some food to make the soldiers feel at ease?"
The report from the people below made Gao Ba Si Timur feel a little more energetic and asked quickly.
"What can you do?"
"There is no other food. The war horses can relieve the urgent need at hand. Kill a few war horses and boil a few pots of broth."
After saying this, the soldier unconsciously licked his lips. Perhaps he thought it was too straightforward, so he added a few more words.
"Such a pot of broth will surely enable the soldiers to survive these two days."
"Besides, there isn't much fodder for the war horses to eat. Sooner or later, they won't be able to eat anymore. It might be better to kill a few horses first to reduce the burden."
Frowning, Gao Ba Si Timur looked uncertain.
War horses are the best companions of an army on an expedition, especially on this prairie.
Without the war horse, the combat effectiveness would be reduced by at least half.
The current situation is that no one has anything to eat. While the war horses are partners, they may not be unable to bear the responsibility of saving lives of the army.
It shouldn't be a problem to kill a few horses, Gao Ba Si Timur thought.
"Okay, let's kill a few of them first and survive the heavy snow. You can figure it out."
"As commanded."
The food for thousands of people is obviously not enough for just a few war horses.
Gaobasi Timur wanted to kill a few horses for the soldiers to eat and sleep warmly.
The person executing it didn’t think so. It took more than just a few horses to get everyone to eat something hot.
No matter how frugal they were, dozens of horses were killed in one night before the soldiers of the Yuan army could barely eat something warm.
With tears in his eyes, he drank a bowl of horse soup and ate some of the remaining dry food. Gaoba thought about Timur and lay down on the bed without thinking about anything else.
A night of silence.
The next day was still a snowy day.
Now that Pandora's box has been opened, Gaobasi Timur heard the report from the people below and directly asked the people below to watch.
Let's eat. It depends whether God can't hold it in first or you can't hold it in first. What happens next can only be discussed later.
Although he is not full, he can still stay in the army with this broth to keep him alive.
Just like that, with two meals of horse meat soup every day, the five days of heavy snow finally came to an end.
Yes, it snowed heavily for five days. Of course there were occasional pauses, but the weather was just gloomy, but the army still couldn't move.
The Yuan army, which had been guarding until the clouds opened and the moon was bright, finally saw the sun, and heavy snow surrounded the entire Yuan army camp.
The Yuan troops inside all cried with joy, and Gao Ba Si Timur also showed a long-lost smile.
Although the heavy snow has stopped and the sun has appeared, we still have to hide in the camp.
It takes a while for the ice and snow to melt, and now is not a good time to march.
In this way, after a few more days, the prairie was basically ready for the army to travel, except for the occasional snowdrift.
After counting the losses, Gao Ba Si Timur couldn't wait to leave here and find a place to repair and repair.
"Master Wanhu, in the past ten days, more than a thousand war horses have been consumed. The soldiers who could not bear it and the wounded soldiers added up to four to five hundred casualties."
"What's going on? Why are the casualties of horses and soldiers so high?"
Although he was mentally prepared, Gao Ba Si Timur was still a little in disbelief when the number came out, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"According to the orders of Wanhu, war horses were slaughtered to satisfy hunger. An army of thousands of people could barely fill their stomachs with dozens of horses every day."
"But the broth alone is not enough. The soldiers can't hold on, so they can only kill more and make some dry ones to supplement."
"This is the result of us controlling, controlling, and controlling again, otherwise the consumption will be even greater."
Gao Basi Timur's face darkened, and his morale was shattered when he saw this arrogant and somewhat asking for merit.
Now that the war horse is gone, what will the remaining people do? Should they run forward?
(End of chapter)
