Datang Almighty Dad

Chapter 566 Fierce Battle
Two shield soldiers raised their shields high, just blocking the entire podium.

At this time, on the podium, Lieutenant Su was wearing armor and sitting firmly on the general's chair. From a distance, he seemed to be in command.

But when the shield blocked Xiaowei Su's whole body, Zhang Xiaojing and Lao San Ding worked together to push Xiaowei Su and his chair backwards, and drew arrows one by one.

It turned out that Colonel Su had already sacrificed for many days. In order to paralyze the enemy and create the illusion of a solid defense at the top of the city, the brothers of the Eighth Regiment could only come up with this method of pretending to be fake. With many arrows, the city can be defended for 20 days, and Captain Su's ability to attract firepower has contributed a lot.

"Ouch..." Ding Laosan couldn't bear it any longer and started to vomit.

The wiper complained with snot and saliva: "We can only put Captain Su up again at Xushi. In this damn place, it's dark and late, Chang'an City has already curfew, and the geniuses here are blacked out. We can only let them look at Captain Su." The shadow of the commander. They believe in evil, and must think that our Tang army cannot be killed, so they will not dare to attack the city."

As he was talking, Ding Laosan couldn't help but sneered, "Hehe, hehehehe, those who can't be killed, those who can't be killed..."

But, laughing and laughing, he cried, "In the eighth regiment of 200 people, none of them will die...not one of them will die!"

Listening to the sad words of the third child, Zhang Xiaojing was just silent, and the speed of drawing the arrows in his hand was faster, as if he had vented all his anger on these arrows, which could only be seen with the help of dim light, Zhang Xiaojing's eyes were gloomy at this time terrible.

At dawn the next day, facing the morning sun, Zhang Silang, the fire leader, set up a flat iron pan and poured out millet grains from the cloth bag, which were fried for breakfast.

However, after days of hard work, although everyone carried a bag, there was nothing left. After emptying several cloth bags in a row, the food that came out was not enough to cover the bottom of a pot.

Zhang Feng'er, an infantryman next to him, asked feebly, "Is there no food?"

Zhang Silang ignored it and was still tossing the cloth bag.

Zhang Feng'er held up her shield and leaned over to look, and seeing that there was only a pot bottom, she couldn't help complaining: "When I came out, I only said it was patrolling, and everyone only brought three days' worth of food, did they run out of food..."

The question became more and more urgent, and many people gathered around upon hearing the sound.

"Let's eat today's morning food first, who knows if we can have dinner..." someone suggested.

Zhang Silang protected the pot, but how could he fight against a group of people by himself?Helpless, he could only take out a dagger, stab it directly on the wooden board next to him, and shouted: "No one is allowed to move! Wait for me to strike."

Everyone could only put back the little bit of food they had grabbed in boredom.

Zhang Xiaojing knew in his heart that it was not good at first glance, don't start a fight, people start fighting for food, that's not good.

"Old Wen, what happened to the story you told yesterday about the Chang'an people selling horses?"

what?
Wen Wuji was slightly stunned, and quickly understood Zhang Xiaojing's intentions, pointed at him and cursed, "Zhao Hongying, do you still remember? Speaking of this Zhao Hongying, he took out a strange whistle from his body, and in this Leyouyuan Outside the persimmon forest, there was a long blow, and guess what happened?"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiaojing cooperated.

"Hehe, guess!" Wen Wuji mobilized everyone's attention.

Ding Laosan leaned against the city wall, looked at the rising sun, covered his eyes with his hands, and said to himself, what's the use of just painting cakes?If you don't have reinforcements, you will die.

Someone echoed loudly, "Don't be foolish, let's tell the old story, if we stay up for one more day, we can listen to the story of Chang'an for one more day!"

"Who is talking about this? Ah? Look at your cowardly look..." Wen Wuji laughed and cursed and threw a dirt at the other party, and everyone burst into laughter.

Wen Wuji didn't whet his appetite any more, he patted Liu Zongqi who was recuperating beside him and said, "Listen up, Zongqi, it's a wonderful thing, it's a pity if you don't listen! It was autumn in Chang'an, and the hillside was full of persimmon trees. They were all hung with bright red fire crystal persimmons. The horse breeder waited under the persimmon tree after blowing his whistle, and within a quarter of an hour, there was movement in the persimmon forest..."

After the story was told, everyone no longer cared about breakfast, Zhang Xiaojing held up the shield and came to the top of the city, which was the seat of Xiao Gui, the standard bearer.

The two sat side by side against the wall, Zhang Xiaojing shielded his side with a shield to prevent cold arrows, and handed Xiao Gui a small bag containing mint leaves, "There is still some left!"

Xiao Gui took it and opened it skillfully, squeezed two small pieces and stuffed them into his mouth. Zhang Xiaojing reminded: "This thing is just refreshing, and you can't eat it every day. It can numb a cow."

Xiao Gui chewed and said, "Don't be sleepy!"

Zhang Xiaojing looked at the young Xiao Gui, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I haven't slept for more than ten days, you take a rest, I will replace you."

Xiao Gui tied up the small cloth bag and said with a smile: "Can you replace it? If I ask you for your crossbow, can you give it to me?"

Zhang Xiaojing sneered and said, "Hehe, if you really want it with me, I'll give it to you. You use it better than me!"

Xiao Gui smiled and didn't speak, everyone knows that Zhang Xiaojing is a well-known crossbowman in the team, at the beginning of the competition, he deliberately gave way, but because of this, everyone said behind his back that Xiao Gui was the one who kept his secrets. Use crossbow No.1.

"It is my duty to protect this flag. The flag is there. If the flag falls, I will be subject to military law!" Xiao Gui said seriously.

Looking up at the battle flag of the Eighth Regiment, Zhang Xiaojing said: "Lieutenant Su has died in the line of duty, no one will behead you."

"Then you come!" Xiao Gui took out a sheathed short blade from his waist, handed it to Zhang Xiaojing and said, "If this flag falls, you will cut off my head and return to Chang'an with my eyes."

It can be heard that the other party is not joking, and Zhang Xiaojing also understands that the flag is in the presence of people, and the flag is down, which means that people have sacrificed. What Xiao Gui means is that if I sacrifice, you will cut off my head and take my eyes Back to Chang'an, let me also have a look at what Chang'an looks like.

Pounding his brother's armor, Zhang Xiaojing laughed and cursed: "Then you should be serious and protect the flag well. In the future, when we go to Chang'an to watch the lanterns, it will be lively without you."

Smiling, Xiao Gui sighed, "I've heard those stories, do you really believe them?"

Zhang Xiaojing glanced at the top of the city below, Wen Wuji was still telling stories, and the brothers were all listening, whether they laughed or asked a few words, it was very harmonious.

"Old news, what I'm talking about is not a story, it's a real story. Chang'an City was built since the Sui Dynasty. It was like a fairy, and it was designed by Yu Wenkai, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry of the Sui Dynasty. It is not just a city."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaojing laughed and roared: "Chang'an is the heart of the empire that overlooks all living beings on the Longshouyuan and protects all people!"

"When I arrived in the Tang Dynasty, in order to resettle the war-torn refugees from the south of the Yangtze River, I even built Chang'an City, the world's largest city, the largest city ahead of the ages! It just shows the strength of my Tang Dynasty, and there are thousands of nations coming to court."

"Chang'an, there are 100 squares, divided into east and west cities, hundreds of industries, and a population of 100 million people. 100 million, 200 million... There are only 100 brothers in our eighth regiment, and each of them has unique skills. Think about it, if [-] million people live in one city, what would your situation be like?"

Xiao Gui said disdainfully: "Old heard about Chang'an? It may not be true."

Zhang Xiaojing said comfortingly: "Your family used to be in the Ministry of War, suffered from Chang'an's losses, and was demoted to Kucha. You may know many unfair things in Chang'an. But don't tell me. I would rather believe what Lao Wen said. The brothers also prefer to believe that people have to have some dreams ahead in order to survive. I want to go to Chang'an."

"Can you?" Xiao Gui asked.

"Yes!" Zhang Xiaojing handed back the dagger, "Live well!"

Xiao Gui can understand Zhang Xiaojing. For the entire Eighth Regiment, Chang'an is faith!
Xiao Gui said slowly: "Faith is your admiration and trust in a person and a principle. It makes you know who you are, makes you forget your flaws, see your value, and know that you are worth living. Faith, Make you strong, make you—never give up!"

(End of this chapter)