I farmed in ancient times

There was still a smell of blood in the barracks, Jue Ming smelled it, his stomach was churning, his mouth was bubbling with sour water, his throat was so uncomfortable, finally he couldn't help hiding behind the tent and retched while pressing his stomach.

A group of people passed by, and the leader turned his head to look at the soldier retching behind the tent, and said to the people around him, "Go and see what's going on."

The soldier said: "Deputy Commander Li, I guess that person is a new soldier. He is not used to killing Xia Jun just now. Just let him go out for a few more times."

The usual honest people would kill a chicken or a duck at most, but suddenly let them kill, they couldn't adapt to it, retched, had nightmares, caught a lot, and even went crazy. This is a common problem that most recruits have. ,

Li Xiurong said "oh", and then glanced at the hunched man who was retching. He felt that the back looked very familiar, so he couldn't help but walked a few steps towards him. Woolen cloth!"

Li Xiurong glanced at the people in the corner again, the retching people had stopped, Li Xiurong followed several soldiers towards Weng Weng's tent.

Li Yuanhao frequently harassed the northwest border, and the officials did not allow Weng Weng to lead the troops in person, but later, Weng Weng came.

After he came, the discipline in Yuanzhou became stricter, and the military style was much better than before.

It's just that Weng Weng clearly distinguishes between rewards and punishments, and he closely follows his grandson when it's dangerous, but doesn't let him get involved when it's beneficial.

At the beginning, Li Xiurong didn't know why Weng Weng did this, but later he realized that swords have no eyes on the battlefield, strength is the most important thing, and fame and wealth are nothing but external possessions.

Even so, Li Xiurong made meritorious service one after another, from a small captain to the deputy commander of the battalion, and one step short of being the commander of the third battalion.

Li Xiurong walked up to Li Di's tent, checked the sign, and the soldiers guarding the door lifted the curtain of the tent for him, and Li Xiurong strode in, "Weng Weng."

When Li Di saw Li Xiurong, he waved to him, "Chang Wu, come, a letter from home."

What kind of letters can I write at home?Li Xiurong was disdainful, but he still leaned over to read it. It was a boring letter from Li Jianzhi, saying that Li Xiurong's two younger brothers had already met a girl from a good family, and they could only get married when Li Xiurong, the eldest brother, got married first.

married?Li Xiurong snorted, "Then let them wait, I will never get married in this life."

Facing the old-fashioned grandson, Li Di just gave him a sideways glance, and then asked tentatively, "Are you really going to wait?"

"How many months have you been in touch?" Li Di folded the family letter and put it away, "Maybe they don't like you at all, and they even go to sea to avoid you, and they don't return for a few years." .”

Jueming did not get any news after he went out to sea. He really... Li Xiurong froze for a moment, then thought that he could not have left the courtyard to avoid himself, and nodded firmly, "No, I believe him."

Li Di sighed, walked to the back of the case and sat down, the outside sky was already dark, the fire in the military tent flickered on and off, half of the light fell on Weng Weng's face, Li Xiurong suddenly discovered that time had carved Weng Weng's face into The appearance of an old man with gray hair on the temples.

Li Di has heavy bags under his eyes, but his brown eyes are surprisingly sharp. Li Xiurong lowered his head, not daring to look at him, "My grandson is not filial."

"You still have some self-knowledge." Li Di waved his hand, "You go, I have to deal with military affairs."

The secrets in the army are not something that he can meddle with, so Li Xiurong moved his feet and went to the oil lamp to make the lamp in the general's tent brighter, and then withdrew.

After returning, Chen Xinhong excitedly told Li Xiurong that he had found a good archer in the third battalion and had already been promoted.

Li Xiurong also had some impressions of this incident. He was able to shoot the head of the writhing Battalion Commander Xia with one arrow. That man's archery skills are very good.

Before Li Xiurong asked what the man's name was, Chen Xinhong took him out for dinner. Alcohol is forbidden in the army, but it didn't prevent them from being happy after winning the battle.

Chen Xinhong huddled in the middle of a group of brothers, holding a bowl to eat, and Li Xiurong watched him stuff a ball of white rice into his thick black beard, the beard moved and then stuffed rice in again, never tired of watching.

Chen Xinhong's beard moved, and a voice came from the beard, "Why don't you eat?"

Li Xiurong moved his chopsticks and ate a few mouthfuls, only to feel that the food tonight tasted different from usual, it was really unpalatable.

In the battle of Yuanzhou, Xia Jun didn't get any cheap, and after a while, the flag died down, and then they made a comeback.

In the Battle of Chuankou in Yanzhou, Yuanzhou sent reinforcements to help and defeated Xia's army miserably.

As the temperature gradually dropped, Xia Jun's offensive became more and more fierce.

Before the whole army had even a mouthful of hot soup during the winter solstice, horns sounded in the city, and Caesar stuffed the cold and hard dry steamed buns into his bosom, put on the steel armor and helmet, and ran to the school field with a bow.

Chen Xinhong ordered people, and Caesar was assigned to the gate of the city. He raised his arms and put on a posture, waiting for the order to release arrows.

The cold wind was blowing, the temperature was too low today, and the white mist condensed by the hot breath in the air was like a real thing. Jueming stretched out his fingers and put the cloth covering his face on his nose to protect his face.

Hot air rose from the eyes, and water droplets condensed on the eyelashes, which were quickly frozen into ice. Xia Jun rode his horse closer and closer, and when he was within range, the city began to issue orders.

"Fire the arrows!" Jue Ming set up his bow and arrow and aimed at the Xia army below. The bow was full of arrows, and the arrows rained down on Xia Jun. The infantrymen who rushed out first fell to the ground.

Most of them are older veterans, leading the charge to block arrows from the cavalry behind.

"Fire the arrow!" Jue Ming stretched out his hand to touch the arrow in the quiver, and quickly released the arrow.

The fighting spirit under the city was overwhelming, Xia Jun rode a horse, trampled on the body of his companions with his horseshoes, and quickly arrived under the city to set up a shield. Behind the shield stood two rows of archers.

The orders to release arrows became more and more intensive, Xia Jun under the city fired rockets and flew into the top of the city, and the top of the city had to send out people to put out the fire.

The archers hid behind Xia Jun's low shield and waited for an opportunity to release an arrow. It was difficult to shoot. After letting go of a round of rockets, they began to shoot at the archers at the top of the city.

Jueming hid sideways behind the city wall, leaned the longbow in his hand to one side, stretched his back and took out the black bow, and mounted the thickest arrow on it.

After the order to release the arrow was issued, Jue Ming struggled to fully draw the bow, and the half-meter-long bow couldn't help trembling. When starting a new round of offensive, dodge to the center of the two raised walls of the city wall, aim and shoot arrows.

The arrow pierced through the air, and the huge momentum directly overturned the corner of the shield, nailing the archer behind him who had just shot the arrow to the ground.

Jueming had already retreated behind the city wall, pulled out his long sword from the quiver, and exchanged for a long bow.

The black bow has ten stone bows, and the longbow has three stone bows. Jue Ming tried it on the shooting range, and he can pull four stone bows at most, and he can pull six stone bows with all his strength.

I am afraid that only Uncle Shi can draw the ten crossbows with his own hands.

Jueming put the arrow on the bow and stuck it on the city wall to wait for the order.

Xia Jun got closer and closer, and began to build ladders on the city wall. Li Di ordered people to withdraw the archers and switch to close rangers.

Caesar breathed a sigh of relief, touched his hungry stomach, went down the city wall, and ate two mouthfuls of steamed buns while hiding. Before he had rested for a long time, the wall began to become chaotic.

There were Song soldiers running around on the city wall. No one noticed an archer going back and forth. After Jue Ming approached, he heard a slightly familiar voice say: "You lead the team!"

The soldiers rushed down the city with a commander in their arms. Jue Ming looked at the city wall, and the number of ladders was increasing.

At this time, we are still talking about rest or not. In case Yuanzhou falls, the city behind will be even more difficult to defend.

Jueming took out his black bow, squeezed in the middle of the crack in the wall, nocked the arrow and looked down the city calmly.

A few enemy soldiers rode armored horses, huddling together outside the range and talking.

They wore heavy armor and were surrounded by soldiers who did not participate in the battle.

A conspicuous target.

Jue Ming compared the arrows, and said to the spear infantry guarding this part of the city wall: "Brother, borrow your strength!"

It was the archer, and the spear infantry nodded, bowing and half kneeling on the edge of the city wall.

The wind was howling, and snow seeds began to float in the sky.

Jueming took off his armor, took a deep breath, took a few steps back, the bow and arrow were all on the left, ran a few steps, stepped on the back of the infantry and jumped onto the wall.

Snow seeds floated in mid-air, the roar was silenced, and the entire time and space stood still, like a silent movie in slow motion.

Under Jue Ming's surprised eyes, the arrow suddenly deviated and pierced into the soil beside the target.

The sound of drums beating, the sound of waving flags and shouts, and close combat, and the roar of soldiers suddenly poured into the ears like opening a gate.

The arrow... strayed away by itself.

"Come down quickly!" The spear infantry saw his comrade in a daze on the wall, and tore him down.

The arrow under the city brushed against Jueming's shoulder, leaving a bloodstain, and the pain made him wake up from his dream.

Jue Ming murmured: "It can turn history right..."

The spear infantry turned their heads and took a look in the distance. After the archer's target spotted Liu Shi just now, he took a few steps back and was further away from the shooting range.

The snow fell more and more, and the ground of the city wall was covered with a thin layer of white. There was no water or rice for a day, and the Song army was exhausted, hungry and cold.

The barracks at the rear caught fire for some reason, billowing thick smoke rose, and the city was in chaos.

Xia Jun saw the flames in the distance, his morale soared, and he rushed forward desperately.

"Take the Thunderbolt Cannon!" Li Di ordered, and the trebuchet was quickly set up on the city wall, and after throwing a few at close range, it was thrown far away.

After the thunderbolt cannon cracked, the lime in it scattered in the sky, and the soldiers who hadn't closed their eyes in time were blinded by the lime, and their movements became slow.

"Sky Thunder!"

The trebuchet was quickly replaced with an oval-shaped thing, and it was fired quickly and thrown out. With the rumbling sound of the explosion, Xia Jun's offensive was immediately disintegrated.

The flames of war broke out everywhere, and huge smoke rose from both inside and outside the city.

The fierce battle continued until dawn, the snow became heavier, the smoke in the city was extinguished, and the Xia army outside the city could not withstand the exhaustion of the wheel battle, and finally retreated with gold and retreated dozens of miles.

The heavy snow fell on the quiet battlefield, and the people in the city breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Di didn't have time to rest, so he kept counting the losses in the city, arranged for people to clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded and cook. No one in the barracks was idle.

The teeth-grinding boy backed away from the curtain of the military tent, and turned around after entering, holding two bowls of porridge in his hands, and he handed one of the bowls to Caesar Ming, "Let's drink some first."

"Thank you." Caesar took the bowl with his left hand, blew on the porridge, and took a small sip.

"The food and grass are being robbed and burned, and most of them are lost." The boy molar said, "The rest is only enough for the whole army to feed for three days. If you save some food, you may be able to eat it for a longer time..."

The porridge in the bowl became heavy, and Cassia put it aside to let it dry.

Escorting grain and grass is not a trivial matter. It will take more than half a month at the fastest from reporting to approval to loading and delivery. It is still snowing now, so it may take longer.

There may be food in the city.