There are one hill and eight buildings in the Northern Prefecture of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Chapter 569: Meeting a loyal servant at the end of the road
Chapter 569: Meeting a loyal servant at the end of the road
When Fu Jian said this, his stomach suddenly growled, and everyone could hear the sound clearly. Only then did everyone realize that from morning to now, they had only eaten the meal before the battle in the morning.
I was only 60% full. After a day of fighting and running for my life, my stomach was already empty. Just now, I was concentrating on escaping. No one realized this. Now, as Fu Jian's stomach growls, everyone feels dizzy.
My eyes are dazzled, stars are shining in my eyes!
Murong Lan also felt hungry in her belly. After all, she didn't get anything to eat or drink when she was taking Mrs. Zhang into custody. Running all the way, for a woman who was as strong as her as a female killer, she couldn't support it, but she still
He said in a deep voice: "King of Heaven, I am willing to go around to find some rations. Please take shelter here temporarily. With General Zhang here, unless you encounter a large group of enemy troops, you should be fine."
Fu Jian raised his eyes and looked around, all he saw was the wind blowing and the grass was low, and it was a desolate wilderness. Apart from a few white cranes, groups of crows and vultures were flying in the sky, and among the grass,
From time to time, you can see the green eyes of wild dogs flashing, and they are all running south. It seems that in the battle of Feishui, the two armies combined to kill more than 100,000 corpses, enough to attract all the scavengers within hundreds of miles.
Fu Jian sighed: "That's it, let's work harder. We are almost at Pengcheng. As long as we enter Pengcheng, we will not lack food and drink!"
An old voice sounded from the grass on one side: "King of Heaven, you must not enter Pengcheng!"
Fu Jian's expression changed, and everyone looked nervously at the source of the sound. Zhang Hao suddenly pulled out his saber and said sternly: "Who is it? Come out quickly!"
An old man with white beard and hair, and more than twenty middle-aged and elderly men with yellow faces and thin muscles, pulled a dozen cars and walked out of the grass. The cars were loaded with many yellow and black noodles, and ten more.
A few jars of wine. Normally, Fu Jian, who was well-dressed and well-fed, would not look down on these things at all, but now, for these hungry people who are so hungry that their hearts are kept in mind, it is no different from a Manchu banquet!
Fu Jian's eyes began to shine, and he looked at the old man. His hair was braided into small braids, which was the most standard hair style for Di people. Fu Jian swallowed a sip of saliva and said, "Old man, where are you from?"
Person? Why are you here?"
The old man sighed: "The common people are your people, the people in Guanzhong, and their names are not worth mentioning. This time when the Heavenly King marched south, the common people took all the men from the village to go with the army. All the strong men joined the army, and the common people
And these old guys, who are too weak to fight, can only be left behind as civilians, transporting food, grass and meals to the army. Today happens to be us transporting food to the front line, but we never thought..." At this point, the old man sighed.
He shook his head and said nothing.
A trace of regret flashed across Fu Jian's face: "We are all lonely, arrogant and incompetent in commanding, which is why today's disastrous defeat has not only affected the loyal and brave soldiers, but you civilians who should not have been involved in the war have also suffered.
Got it!"
The old man shook his head and said: "No, King of Heaven, we are Di people, and more importantly, the people of Great Qin. Whether it is for the country or for our Di people tribe, it is our glory to follow you. When we are young, we are the people of the Qin Dynasty.
, once joined the army to destroy Yan, defeated Liang, and brought peace to the dynasty! You planted the flag of our Great Qin all over the land of Kyushu. You gave us the honor as warriors, and also gave us the Great Qin to enjoy peace in this troubled world.
So even if we are given another choice, we will go south with you without hesitation. If we cannot defeat Jin this time, we can rest and fight again. I believe that God will definitely let us win!"
Fu Jian's eyes were filled with tears and his hands were shaking slightly. He grabbed the old man's hand and looked at the cracks on his hand. He choked and said: "This king is so incompetent for such a good job."
We are ordinary people, but you have suffered so much because of the orphans!"
The old man smiled slightly and said: "Don't say anything else, King of Heaven. The girl just said is right. The war is in chaos. The chaos outside may be harmful to you. You can't stay here for a long time. Eat these things quickly and then go on your way."
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Fu Jian nodded, stepped forward, picked up a piece of cake, looked around, and said: "My ministers and soldiers, you have worked hard today. Come on, eat these things, and let's continue on our way."
Mrs. Zhang frowned and said softly: "King of Heaven, these foods..." When she said this, she glanced at the old man warily and stopped talking.
A trace of hesitation flashed across Fu Jian's face. As an emperor, no matter what he ate before, someone would try it first to prevent anyone from poisoning it. But just now he got excited and took the cake directly.
If you don't eat it now, you are openly doubting this old man. He seems to be sincere and still follows you in times of crisis. If you are so openly suspicious, it is really against your usual benevolence and righteousness, and even violates the basic principles of life.
Already.
While Fu Jian was hesitating, a wind accompanied by the girl's fragrance drifted by. Murong Lan walked past him, took another cake from the car, and started to nibble on it. While eating, she laughed.
: "Old man, I'm starving to death. I, a little girl, have a piece of cake first. Do you have any objections?"
The old man had also seen Fu Jian's hesitation just now. When he was at a loss, Murong Lan came to the rescue like this. He suddenly laughed, nodded and said: "Girl, please eat slowly, I still have wine and meat here."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the men behind him took off the cloth covers on the car one after another. The smell of meat overflowed, and more than a dozen roast chickens were exposed. As the seals of several jars of wine were opened, a strong aroma
The smell of kumiss also wafted out. This time, except for Murong Lan, Zhang Hao and others also came forward, drinking wine, eating meat, and nibbling cakes to satisfy their hunger. After a while, Fu Jian saw that no one seemed to be poisoned, and he also
Feeling relieved, he stepped forward with a smile and started eating. For a moment, the small wasteland, which had been tense and depressing just now, filled with sadness, became full of laughter.
Murong Lan finished eating a chicken drumstick, threw away the bones in her hands, wiped her mouth, and walked to a quiet angle to the side. Mrs. Zhang's voice sounded softly behind her: "Miss Lan, why don't you doubt the food?"
Is it poisonous?"
Murong Lan turned around. In this place, she was already more than thirty steps away from Fu Jian and the others, and with the wind behind her, her voice would not be heard by the men who were eating meat and drinking wine. She inadvertently said
Twisting the hair in front of his forehead: "Because it's not necessary."