The two didn't know what the mortar said to the pottery statue, but finally the mortar knelt in front of the bone pit and kowtowed a few times.

The pestle got into the car, as if he didn't feel a trace of anger, if it was like a walking corpse, the two looked at each other and sighed secretly.

Next, Kijiu went to many places, and that night, Kijiu passed away peacefully.

After Yang Hao knew the news, he was shocked, and then Zhiping calmed down.

He personally selected a good cemetery for Pestle and Mortar, buried him in the scenery, and put some jade utensils and other burial objects in his cemetery, and put his official clothes into the grave.

Yang Hao also saw the efforts of the pestle this year, it can be said that his existence has laid the foundation for Daqi's traditional Chinese medicine career, and he will also promise to him.

On the second day of the burial, Yang Hao had the clay statue removed from the bones and buried it next to the grave of the pestle.

The autumn wind was bleak, Yang Hao sighed, everything in this world is like this, they are just ants floating and sinking in this sea of suffering.

Even if it is the ninth five, how can you break free from this sea of reincarnation?

People can't be resurrected after death, and people who are alive have to continue, Yang Hao has always used this sentence to encourage himself, only in this way can he make his heart stronger in this era when life is as cheap as mustard.

Vulnerable people not only can't keep themselves alive, but they also affect those who trust them.

In the twilight, the geese on the horizon fly to the distant horizon in a zigzag.

In the west, Xia Qi led the army and began to march towards the east.

The clans that got the news also mobilized their own armies and gathered towards Xia Qi's army, and the yellow autumn day indicated that a big war was about to break out.

At the same time, Yang Hao was also actively preparing for defense, and Ren Zhong had already delivered ten eight-bull crossbows to the military according to Yang Hao's request.

Huge bed crossbows were pushed up the walls and arranged in three vulnerable directions.

The moat dug in the summer will be opened to release water to separate Chang'an City from the outside world.

The drawbridge was lowered, and several horses rode out and ran in the direction of Qicheng.

Yang Hao knew that although Qi City was hidden, as long as it was discovered, it would inevitably be attacked, and his requirement for the defenders of Qi City was to defend the city to the death, and if they couldn't hold on, they would send troops to the rescue with the name of lighting wolf smoke.

However, with the environment of Qicheng, as long as the food and drinking water reserves are sufficient, it is not a problem to hold on for a month.

Everyone understands that the war will come, and the people of Chang'an City have very solemn faces, and the good days have just begun, and if they lose it, they don't know where they should go.

Facing the coalition forces of Zhuxia alone, Daqi seemed to be like a sampan in the wind and waves, and there was a possibility of destruction at any time.

In the Daqi school, the students also lost the atmosphere of their previous studies, and during the break, the radical students shouted to take up arms to defend Daqi.

Although the youngest of them was only seven or eight years old, they also became indignant in this atmosphere.

It's just that the anger of the students was quickly suppressed by the teachers of the school.

But in private, these students are actively connecting and are ready to live and die with Chang'an.

The scouts spread out for hundreds of miles, watching for possible intruding enemies.

The entire Central Plains was shrouded in the clouds of war.

The Ariya clan also sent an envoy to confirm the plan that had been discussed before.

Although Yang Hao was noncommittal about this plan, he was able to share some of his own pressure with the participation of the still family.

The calm before the storm was oppressive, and the people of the city watched as the army continued to carry the garrison equipment near the city walls.

And the civil officials calmed the people's emotions, but to the surprise of the officials, although Ping Mingmei was a little scared, there was no sign of rebellion.

Some even asked if they could join the army and guard Chang'an City with the soldiers.

The people's hearts are united, which naturally moved the officials, but Yang Hao made it clear that there is no need to participate desperately for the time being, unless it is necessary, he can only choose to live and die with the city.

This is a battle related to the life and death of Daqi, if this battle can be won, the road ahead of Daqi is open, if it is defeated, then including him Yang Hao, everyone will die without a place to be buried.

Inside the city, he was contemptuous of his dwellings, and at this moment his heart was a little terrified, for he had heard that there were cavalry to inform the subjugated tribes.

If these people dare to oppose the Great Qi in wartime, when the war is over, they will be severely punished.

He didn't know how his tribe would choose, of course he didn't want his people to betray Daqi and be coerced to come to Chang'an City, where he lived for half a year, he was used to life here, and even had a girl he liked.

If his tribe becomes an enemy of Daqi, he doesn't know where he should go.

He wanted to go back to his tribe and let them hide away from the war, but he couldn't do it alone, and before he could return to his tribe, he would die in the wilderness.

He was just an ordinary teenager in this era, not a warrior, he didn't know what to do, he could only pray to the gods, this was the only way he could think of.

At the beginning of November, the scouts of the expedition came quickly towards Chang'an City, raising smoke and dust all the way.

Xia Qi's army came, and Yang Hao knew that the time had come to decide the fate of himself and Daqi.

From this day on, the whole city of Chang'an City was under martial law, prohibiting anyone from going out of the city for activities, and there was not a single figure to be seen in the wilderness of Nuoda, only the birds and mules in the sky, looking for seeds in the soil that were missed by humans.

On the city walls, newly made flags hunted in the autumn wind, and the archers lined up behind the breastwork, nervously looking at the fields in the distance, and it was impossible for them to say in their hearts that they were not afraid.

The powerful Youhu clan has been defeated by Ji Qi, can Daqi defeat such a powerful enemy? They don't have much faith in their hearts.

Under the blowing of the autumn wind, the withered yellow weeds swayed like waves in the wind, and the ditch wrapped the leather jacket on his body, and shivered.

"It's starting to get cold, and it won't be long before it snows!"

Liyang nodded.

"It's cold, unconsciously, it's been two years, and you and I now have our own offspring, I don't know if we can survive this battle."

"Don't worry, only a few of us survived at that time, and now we have a city, with excellent armor and weapons, and we will definitely be fine."

Qu Hehe smiled.

"Alas, you go back, it's time for my department to be on duty here."

And at this moment, the sky in the distance raised smoke and dust, and a black figure appeared on the horizon in the distance.