Yang Meng gave the ring to the soldier: "Hurry up and get the cook! By the way, test the poison before cooking the rice!"
When the soldiers rushed down the tower, Yang Meng went to read the letter again.
This dragon head pattern looks very familiar. Where has he seen it recently?
Dragon head, dragon head...
Yang Meng frowned and thought, then suddenly slapped his hands: "Temple!"
Yes, a few days ago he saw two masked men in front of the Puyin Temple, one of whom was wearing a dragon head mask!
He also mistook the other party for Zhao Guangzhi's killer and almost got into a fight with him. Later, the god Puyin suddenly appeared, stopped the fight, and welcomed the dragon head mask into the temple.
Hmm, was that person really the one who sent the food?
why?
Could it be that God Puyin came to help?
The confidant came to report again:
"Food is non-toxic and safe."
In any case, the other party showed goodwill by first donating a few hundred kilograms of life-saving food.
The only thing Shitou didn't lack was firewood.
Soon after, the whole army had dinner. Yang Meng did not dare to let the army eat and drink with open stomachs. After all, there was no guarantee that there would be a next meal. But each soldier could get at least half a bowl of multi-grain rice, a few dried pickles, and two strips of bacon.
Silk.
No one spoke around, everyone was devouring the food, only hating that their mouths were not big enough.
The rice smells so good! Some people chop the rice too quickly and choke, but they should cover their mouths when coughing to prevent the rice grains from being sprayed away.
Yang Meng also finished his few bites of rice and picked up the letter of unknown origin.
What does the last sentence in the letter mean? Could it be?
"Keep an eye on the camp opposite." Yang Meng ordered, "If there is any trouble, report it immediately."
…
Before it got dark, Liu Chengshou started having dinner.
During the march, everything was kept simple, and his dinner was also very simple, which consisted of crispy roasted whole rabbit, a bowl of red dates and millet porridge, two fragrant sesame and wheat cakes, and a plate of fried bean sprouts.
The rabbit was caught by a soldier below. When it was presented to the chief officer, its legs were still kicking.
The bean sprouts were overcooked and tasted bad. Liu Chengshou frowned and was about to send the dish back to the cook to make it again, but his confidant made a profit.
"Sir, we have taken stock of the food in our camp. We can still sustain it for five days at most."
Liu Chengshou took a bite of the wheat cake and thought to himself, damn it, if Yang Meng hadn't burned the grain and grass once, the army could have persisted longer.
Five days, can the stone head still hold up for five days?
If one were willing to follow Zhao Guangzhi's example, he could survive not just five days, but even fifteen days. But Yang seemed unable to do that kind of thing.
In this world, hey, if you are soft-hearted, you will suffer big losses.
If I hadn't had the foresight to take away the entire city's food and grass, how could I have been able to securely sit in the camp now?
As for the white-eyed wolves in the stone heads, hey, they deserve to starve to death!
His heart suddenly moved: "Where is Zhao Guangzhi? Is there anything unusual?"
He still doesn't understand why Zhao Guangzhi's army abandoned Shihoutou and retreated. But if he doesn't attack now, it doesn't mean he won't fight again in the future. What Liu Chengshou fears most is not Yang Meng in Shihoutou City, but the people who are far away.
Ten miles away, the notorious Zhao Jun!
"No. He seems to have retreated to Liuping. There has been no movement of troops in the past ten days."
Liuping was the last city that Zhao Guangzhi conquered. It is said that the local defenders refused to give up and dared to resist, so they were slaughtered until they shed blood. It took Zhao Guangzhi more than 20 days to conquer Liuping, and after five days of consolidation, he came to attack Shizhou.
He made it clear that he didn't take Shitou's defense seriously, thinking that he could easily remove it.
His retreat was as sudden as his attack. Liu Chengshou always felt that something was wrong.
But the person fighting Zhao Guangzhi was not him, but Yang Meng, so he didn't have an intuitive feeling.
Liu Chengshou's biggest worry was that after he took back the stone armor head, Zhao Guangzhi came to attack again. After all, Liuping was not far from the stone armor head, and for the cavalry, it was just a leg lift away.
Zhao Guangzhi retreated to Liuping, which shows that he is still thinking about Shi Zhoutou.
But the stone head is the foundation of Liu Chengshou. If he doesn't get it back, how will he arrange the arrangement of so many people under his command?
If he doesn't take it back, once Yang Meng has established a firm foothold and wins people's hearts, it will be even harder to take it back in the future.
Dilemma, dilemma.
But before he could finish these thoughts, his confidant reported again:
"Sir, the aroma of cooking is coming from the west city of Shizhoutou."
"Oh, they can still open the pot?" Forget it, let's not fry the bean sprouts again. Just for this plate of unbroken bean sprouts, the untouchables in Shizhoutou are willing to kowtow fifty times in exchange for it. Liu Chengshou is a
A contented person.
"It's the aroma of rice noodles. It's very strong and floats out when the wind blows. We sent the bird demon to fly high in the sky to observe, and saw soldiers gathering in the city to eat. It's not leaves or bran, but serious meals!" said a confidant, "Just now.
We observed carefully and there were people eating sweet potatoes at the city gate."
"Eat rice and sweet potatoes?" Liu Chengshou slapped his thigh, overjoyed, "Okay, these grandsons can't hold on any longer!"
"Ah? Why do you say this, sir?" I have food and drink in the city, but the chief says I can't survive?
"Shitou is running out of food and supplies." More than 20 days have passed since Zhao Guangzhi attacked the city, and Shitou has not received effective supplies. How to feed and drink tens of thousands of people? Can someone named Yang last for so long?
Liu Chengshou had long felt strange, "They want to fight with me. They should have been prepared for a long and steady stream of water, but now they cook and eat all the remaining food. It shows that they can't hold on and want to take a risk and finish their work in one battle!"
The confidant was shocked: "You mean, they plan to launch a massive attack?"
"Yes, the soonest will be tonight or tomorrow morning!" Liu Chengshou picked up the millet porridge and drank it all in one gulp, "After this battle, I will see what Yang can do to fight again! Maybe I won't even need to do it myself.
His men will cut off their heads and sacrifice them to the city! Tell them to go down and prepare the entire army for battle tonight!"
…
He Lingchuan and others were also eating.
There is action in the evening, so this meal is very important.
But the abandoned post station was too close to the battlefield, and there were often bird monsters passing by in the sky, so they could not open fire. Everyone ate dry food with clean cold water, and He Lingchuan and Dong Rui were no exception.
The Thousand Layer Pancakes brought from Jucheng had plenty of onion and diced meat, so they didn't cut corners. However, after cooling, they became soft and no longer crispy.
Everyone was silent and ate very deliciously. Then they ate a few sour plums, nibbled on one or two hard dried meats, and drank some water to make their bellies full.
Dong Rui burped and murmured: "I miss Alfalfa Island."
There are many blessings on Alfalfa Island, not only the food is good, but also the attendants are attentive to serve you.
Traveling to the Golden Plains, at least eight out of ten days were spent sleeping and dining in the wilderness.
He Lingchuan glanced at him. Wasn't he the one who insisted on following you out? "Have you asked Afeng to hurry up and send you back?"
Wan Qifeng just drank a sip of water: "Stand by at any time!"
"Forget it, we're here now." Let's have fun.
After a few flapping sounds, the bat came through the window and landed on Dong Rui's shoulder.