After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1285 Food Gift
"Judging from the number of tents, the army of Liu Chengshou is about 1,200 to 1,300 people. The people of Shizhoutou told me that these are basically not local soldiers, but troops brought by Liu Chengshou from the north. They have only been stationed in Shizhoutou for three years before they were able to attack the people. Usually, the military leaders also bully people in the city."

He Lingchuan nodded: "The army is like this, if the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked."

Judging from Liu Chengshou's previous cowardly behavior without fighting, it was clear that the army under his command was not much better.

"Is Yang Meng a local?"

"Yes, Yang Meng was born in Shizhoutou. He was chosen by the Taoist sect when he was young and taken there to learn martial arts. He only returned to the city three years ago."

"No wonder Yang Meng resisted spontaneously." He Lingchuan said, "Officials from other places are robbing their locals."

"People in the city all say he's a good guy. He's fair in his duties as garrison commander and often gives convenience to the civilians."

Dong Rui went back to the army outside the city: "My bat eavesdropped on the conversation between two sentinels. Yang Meng did not confront them head-on, but only sent a small group of cavalry to harass them, killing many sentinels outside the city. So the two were very nervous and kept praying that they would survive to go back for their shift." As he spoke, the bat came out of Dong Rui's arms and squeaked twice. Dong Rui then said, "By the way, the vegetation there is sparse, and a sentinel also saw my bat and wanted to shoot it down to eat. It seems that the attacking side does not have sufficient supplies."

After the bat shrank, it was no bigger than a child's fist. The sentry was greedy for such a small piece of meat, and he really didn't have much fat in his stomach.

"Okay, let's talk about Zhao Guangzhi."

“Even his intelligence?” Dong Rui shook his head. “It’s only been three days, and you want me to do so much!”

"Among these three forces, I'm actually most concerned about Zhao Guangzhi." He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, "You must have found out everything, right?"

Dong Rui stared at him for a long time before he chuckled:
"of course."

At this time Wanqi Feng came in and said:

"We have sent people to spy on Liu Chengshou's camp."

He Lingchuan doesn't need to give any orders.

Although Dong Rui is meticulous, he is not a military man after all, and cannot grasp many details.

It was different when Yang Shanjun took action. After nightfall, Wanqi Feng's report was much more detailed.

Although Liu Chengshou occupied a high ground, the layout of the camp was unreasonable. For example, the location of the toilet was not completely downwind. Sometimes when the wind direction changed, the smell would flow back and the fragrance would spread for ten miles.

After several rains, the tents were all wet and twisted. Yang Shan's spies also found that some soldiers in Liucheng were too lazy to line up and would secretly urinate outside and then go back as if nothing had happened.

Not only would this be an easy target for the enemy to exploit, it would also easily pollute the environment. After all, the water source is nearby and there has been a lot of rain recently.

Even Dong Rui was disdainful: "Their hygiene habits are too poor!"

In addition, the Liucheng defenders were also short of food and medicine, and were robbed by Yang Meng's army again. It was obvious that the Liucheng defenders had little experience in field warfare, and the food was not stored separately. When Yang Meng arrived, he set fire to what he could not rob, causing serious losses to Liu's army.

"In fact, the two sides inside and outside the city are competing to see who can hold out longer." He Lingchuan concluded, "If Shizhoutou had more supplies, it would probably be Liu Chengshou who escaped in disgrace."

But there are rarely "ifs" in the world. Liu Chengshou knew that Shizhoutou could not continue, and if he gritted his teeth and held on for a few more days, he would be able to reap the fruits of victory.

"Based on the current situation, Yang Meng is at a disadvantage. If I were him, I would have to worry about my own safety." He Lingchuan hooked his finger at Dong Rui, "Can you get some medicine?"

Dong Rui raised his eyebrows: "What medicine do you want?"

He Lingchuan whispered a few words to him, and Dong Rui clapped his hands and laughed, "It's just a small matter! They deserved it because they didn't pay attention to hygiene!"

"I'm just worried that you didn't prepare enough."

"Enough." Dong Rui grinned, "Enough of this medicine, anytime!"

……

There were two more light showers during the night and the wind direction changed.

There had been two night attacks before, and the city guard Liu had been on high alert, so Yang Meng did not send anyone to disturb the camp that night.

While patrolling the west side of the city at noon, Yang Meng heard a rumbling sound beside him. He turned around and found that it was the stomach rumbling of an archer.

The soldier held his stomach with one hand, which made it growl even louder.

He was so hungry. He hadn't had anything decent to fill his stomach for two days and he could hardly draw the bow.

Yang Meng had to use the 300 kilograms of grain he collected three days ago sparingly. How could he dare let the army eat it all in one go?
Yang Meng glanced at him. At this moment, the personal guard ran up and whispered in his ear: "Master Yang, the meal is ready."

"Bring it up."

The personal soldier was startled: "Ah? Yes."

When the soldiers were hungry and the horses were thin, the officers usually ate in the tent to avoid the soldiers seeing them and causing trouble. But Lord Yang asked to bring the meal to the city gate?
After a while, the food arrived.

A steaming steamer, the aroma of rice and flour alone is enough to make one's mouth water.

This time, it wasn't just one soldier whose stomach was rumbling.

Yang Meng opened the steamer and saw four or five mixed steamed buns that were neither yellow nor black, and a bowl of thin porridge. There were less than two grains of rice in one spoonful.

But there were a few mushrooms and tender leaf buds floating on the porridge.

"It has rained these days, and fungi have grown under the roots of the trees." The guard said, "We have tried it, and it is not poisonous."

Just these things made the soldiers on the city gate drool.

Yang Meng nodded, without extending his hand, and pointed at the soldiers on the top of the city wall and said, "Give it all to them."

"Ah, sir..."

"I usually eat better than them, so I can stand up to hunger." Yang Meng waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense, share it quickly."

A few steamed buns and a bowl of porridge are not enough to fill the stomachs of seventeen or eighteen big-bellied men.

But the way they looked at Yang Meng became more admiring.

Who doesn't know that Lord Yang has shared the joys and sorrows with them?

At this moment, an arrow flew from the sky and hit the gate tower with a "snap" sound, only three feet away from Yang Meng.

"Enemy attack!" Everyone wanted to surround Yang Meng, but the latter waved his hand, "No need, just a command arrow."

He could see clearly that there was a piece of paper tied to the tail of the arrow.

The personal soldier went over to pull out the arrow and untie the strap, only to hear a "ding" sound and an iron ring fell to the ground.

The quality of the paper was surprisingly good, light gold, crisp, and made a rustling sound when tapped. Yang Meng unfolded it and saw only a few lines on it:
"Captain Yang is a brave and righteous man. I am sending you 500 kilograms of grain to help you out. The wind is blowing tonight and something is happening outside the city."

At the end of the letter, a dragon head pattern was drawn.

When the words "500 kilograms of free grain" came into his sight, Yang Meng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly picked up the iron ring and probed inside with his spiritual sense to take a look.

It is indeed a storage ring.

Sure enough, there were ten bags of food inside, and the open bags were filled to the brim!

Although it was not all rice, there were also grains and sweet potatoes, but Yang Meng was still overjoyed.

If you have food in your stomach, you won't be worried. Although 500 kilograms is not a lot, it can last you a whole meal!
Not to mention that there were some bacon and pickles in the storage ring. For the soldiers who had been gnawing on tree bark for the past few days, this was simply a feast!
(End of this chapter)