Chapter 7: The Night Is Not Closed (1)
Zhang Xiaowu saw that everyone's attention was focused on him, staring at him one by one, showing a yearning look, so he couldn't help but laugh: "The ancient sages are so lonely, only the drinker leaves his name, so I choose to make wine, and when I return to my hometown in the future, I will come to my wine shop to drink?" ”
"Huh-"
Everyone was disdainful for a while, and said in their hearts that holding the world's No. 1 master, he actually learned the skill of making wine, you kid really don't know what to do.
Zhang Xiaowu suddenly laughed and said, "Do you really believe this story? Do you really think there is such a first person in the world? Hahahaha, a group of dirt buns-" It took a while for everyone to react, it turned out that this kid was playing with himself, and he was so angry that he stepped forward to clean up, and the soldiers on the city wall were much happier.
Captain Wang Jian was panting for breath with two purple gold hammers, and he smiled slightly when he heard the laughter and fighting of the soldiers in the distance. Captain Chen Tai stepped forward and said, "Lord Captain, the military rations for the past ten days have been distributed. ”
Wang Jian stopped him with his eyes, Chen Tai reacted, Wang Jian pointed to the tall sergeant in the distance and asked, "Who is this son?" ”
"A native of Majiagou in Yun County, Hejian Prefecture, Yongzhou, surnamed Zhang Xiaowu, was originally a ranger in Yun County, with a family of martial arts and killed a lot of dogs." Chen Tai said, "I originally planned to promote him to be a military commander, but this person has only been in the army for less than three months, and he was a soldier before, and he has just recovered from his illness." ”
"How is this person's martial arts?"
"Stronger than Lao Shao, well, better than Feng Bin, I've killed more than a dozen dogs."
Wang Jian squinted his eyes and laughed, and said, "If this son doesn't die, he can be reused in the future." ”
"Well, Captain." Chen Tai is also optimistic about Zhang Xiaowu.
In these years, it is really rare to be as tall and mighty as Zhang Xiaowu, and a little polishing is a warrior. Perhaps under the influence of Zhang Xiaowu and others, the other soldiers also eased their expressions, and chatted nonsense while treating the wounded and carrying away the dead, and even the people who climbed the city wall were much more relaxed. In the evening, the first formation and the fourth formation of the city defense exchanged, and Wang Jian led his men to withdraw to the military tent of the Yizi camp in the city to rest.
Zhang Xiaowu is in the Holy Han Forbidden Army, the Qinglong Legion is the 27th Regiment Yizi Battalion, and the 30th Song is divided into the Zhongjun Battalion, the Yizi Battalion, the Zhongzi Battalion, the Huizi Battalion, and the Chuangzi Battalion, and the Yizi Battalion is responsible for guarding the west side of the city wall.
The Yizi battalion originally had 1,800 soldiers and 200 people, a total of 2,000 people, but on the 19th, the city was defended, and 800 were lost, and the general recruited 1,000 men from the city to supplement them.
The Yizi battalion then counted the casualties of the soldiers, and made a record of three copies, one for the army, one for the future to report to the military department, and one for the county of Chengzhong County. Ding Yi received the record and made a book, and sighed, although he won a big victory over the Yue clan during the day, the Yizi battalion had eighty-six dead, twenty-one people were seriously injured, and minor injuries were not counted, and he ordered a wine reward for the fourth defenders of today's main battle.
Now there is not much food in the city, prices are soaring, and wine is even more difficult to find. There was also some minced meat and broth in the supper meal, and everyone ate it so tastelessly that they couldn't wait to swallow the wooden bowl into their stomachs. Maybe I haven't seen the oil star for seven or eight days, and after eating the meat, many people actually have a stomachache, and they hurriedly go to the thatched house to squat in the pit. (Supper: Dinner.) Minced meat: Bolognese. )
Zhang Xiaowu was no exception, even if he insisted longer than others, he was still driven to the toilet by the gurgling sound in his stomach. After squatting in the stinking latrine for a catharsis, he looked at the toilet and still had trouble getting his hands on it, this thing - this is the earliest shared toilet paper, right? Scrape the groove with this thing, not to mention whether it will be infected, and I can't stand the sourness.
"Evil, toilet paper?" Zhang Xiaowu said to himself, accidentally swallowed the stench of the latrine, almost vomited, the smell of the latrine was sky-high, it was really unbearable.
Li Xiang also hurriedly ran in and squatted aside, and heard a crackling sound, Zhang Xiaowu slammed the partition of the toilet a few times, and said loudly: "I said Li Xiang, you also have a bad stomach?" ”
"I don't know, maybe I ate meat soup again today, and our stomachs are cheap, but it's bad." Li Xiang laughed at himself, "Xiao Wu, you said that we haven't seen oil and water for more than ten days, how can there be meat today?" "Li Xiangben is a young man who raises horses in a car shop in Tucheng, he was forcibly recruited into the army five days ago, and he is eighteen years old this year, only one year older than Zhang Xiaowu. In the army, Li Xiangyu and Zhang Xiaowu are of the same age, and they listen to Zhang Xiaowu's words very much, especially today Li Xiang almost fell into the city, if it weren't for Zhang Xiaowu, I am afraid that it would have been a dead corpse.
Zhang Xiaowu laughed evilly, and deliberately teased him: "Didn't a lot of Yue's people die today." ”
"That's right."
"Isn't it a pity that the dead man and the corpse are thrown there?"
"Vomit ......" Li Xiang's face turned pale and stammered: "Xiao Wu, you ...... You...... Don't scare me! You mean human flesh? Do you say that minced meat is human flesh? ”
Zhang Xiaowu immediately said: "I don't know anything, I haven't said it." ”
Li Xiang retched in the toilet for a long time, and ran away without even using the toilet chopstick, Zhang Xiaowu laughed, and reluctantly used the toilet chopper to "sour" his chrysanthemum. Walking out of the latrine, he couldn't help but sigh for a long time, he either adapted to this era of using "toilet chopsticks", or changed the toilet chopsticks of this era by himself, otherwise he was sour for a long time, and he was afraid that the chrysanthemums would not be guaranteed in the future.
It is no wonder that people in ancient times had a short lifespan, how could "shared toilet paper" not make people short-lived?
Back in the room, Zhang Xiaowu sat on the clay kang with his buttocks covered, and a thick layer of straw mat was spread on the earthen kang, which was a palm's thick, and this straw mat was their mattress. Each person has a quilt, and the quilt is stuffed with fluffy grass, which is very warm on the body. Usually, everyone lies on the straw mat, covered with a velvet quilt, but it is also very warm. There is an earthen stove in the middle of the room, and now the weather is warm, and the earthen stove is no longer burned, and when the weather was cold a month ago, there were still teams that were suffocated to death because of burning the earthen stove - Zhang Xiaowu estimated that he was poisoned by carbon monoxide in his heart.
There are twenty-one people in the Jiashi team, including Feng Bin, the first team leader is Shao Zifu, and the two subordinates are Zhang Xiaowu and Li Xiang. At this time, Li Xiang was beckoning: "It's laid for you, Xiao Wu." ”
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Do you still need to make the bed?" Is it necessary to make a bed? At this time, I suddenly heard someone shouting in the courtyard outside the house: "The former capital team assembles to listen to the order!" Stand in line! The teams of A, B, C, D, and Wu are standing still, the chief is in front, and the captain is in line, ready to draw lots! ”
According to the standards of the Holy Han Forbidden Army, a team has 125 soldiers, five chiefs, five captains, and the captains, the standard number of the team is 136 people, and if necessary, a Du Zuo can be added as a deputy. However, the former capital team had more than a dozen casualties in today's battle, and although they had been in the city these days, they were still dissatisfied, and there were less than a hundred people. Don't look at the former capital team only has these people, but compared to other capital teams, the former capital team is considered to be strong and strong.
Chen Tai, the former commander of the capital team, saw that many soldiers were unfamiliar faces, and sighed slightly in his heart.
Some of the sergeants hurriedly gathered and stood in small clothes, and when they saw the lieutenant standing in the courtyard like a javelin, they hurriedly stood in a line, lined up in several rows, and did not dare to speak.
Zhang Xiaowu stood behind Shao Zifu and said in a low voice: "Chief Wu, what's the matter?" ”
"Draw lots and don't collect them at night, go outside the city to get arrows and blades." Shao Zifu said in a suppressed voice.
"How many of us are going to draw a team?"
"I don't know, ten? Usually ten people are drawn. ”
"Silence! Waiting! Shao Zifu, keep your mouth shut, be careful that I drive you into the trap! Shi Chang Feng Bin glared back, and everyone hurriedly lowered their heads and silenced.
Zhang Xiaowu was beside Shao Zifu and asked in a smaller voice, "Chief Wu, what is the trap camp?" "Everyone knows that Feng Bin is a good person, and even sometimes bullies Shi Chang, but he doesn't allow others to bully Shi Chang. The chief of other people's family is the one who manages the soldiers, and the chief of their team is used to serve everyone.
Feng Bin glared back at this group of unsuccessful guys, and couldn't bear to scold them in his heart, maybe these monkey cubs would die defending the city in a few days.