At the moment when ten thousand arrows were about to pierce the heart,

"Ahh Zhao Hong shouted with all his strength, and he sat up from the bed suddenly, only to find that it was dark all around, and he couldn't see anything. Zhao Hong only felt that his heart was beating fast, as if it was about to pop out of his mouth. He felt the sweat on his forehead also crawling down his cheeks, and Zhao Hong wanted to reach out and grab something, but he didn't touch anything in the dark night.

Fortunately, this was a dream, and Zhao Hong was secretly glad while soothing his heart with his hand. At this time, a series of echoes sounded around the pitch black.

"What's wrong?"

In the following days, Zhao Hong became a little unthinking. Zhao Hong remembers that Freud, a famous psychologist in later generations, always believed that dreams were a manifestation of people's psychological subconscious. Freud believed that dreams had a strong psychological suggestive effect. What does this nightmare suggest? What does this portend to happen?

Zhao Hong, who was puzzled, has been thinking hard about the answer to this question. Zhao Hong made a small piece of wood and put it next to the fire to roast for a while. Then Zhao Hong lifted the charred wood chips and carefully observed the carbonized cracks of the wood chips in front of the sun. Zhao Hong wanted to divinate the good fortune and evil according to the texture of the wood chips, but he didn't understand the reason after watching it for a long time.

The Xianbei people have not launched any attack on Shiyi City, they have only set up camp at the east gate of the city. The crude camp looked at Zhao Hongzhi and shook his head. The Xianbei camp consisted entirely of tents, with neither wooden fences nor trenches. Zhao Hong felt that if the defenders of Shiyi City had the courage to sneak attack at night, it was estimated that the vast majority of Xianbei people would bury their bones in Shiyi. If the siege of Shiyi is lifted naturally, there is no need to be like a great enemy every day, and you will be afraid every night. But Zhao Hong also thought about it, for example, the last time the Xianbei people didn't arrive at the city gate, the defenders were already so frightened that they put down the Broken Dragon Stone. In fact, the best way to use the broken dragon stone is to wait for some of the Xianbei people to enter the city and then put down the broken dragon stone, so that the Xianbei people can be cut into two parts. This will not only allow more people to enter the city to avoid slaughter, but also eliminate more Xianbei people. The soldiers of Shiyi saw Xianbei people like mice and cats, if they could deal with this situation calmly, Zhao Hong felt that then the old sow would go up the tree.

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The evening of the third day of the siege.

Staying up all night patrolling the city walls, this thankless work was naturally handed over to improvised strong men. After resting for two days, Zhao Hong's strong man was also sent to patrol the night. They patrolled back and forth at the junction of the north and east walls, and were responsible for the night defense of this section of the wall.

On this section of the wall, every fifteen steps, there is a section of torches that are fixed to the battlements and burning, and the torch light illuminates the surrounding walls and roads red.

There are also burning fires every fifty paces, and the bright light of the fires illuminates everything around them clearly.

The cross-light of the fire and torches made up almost the entire wall without dark dead spots. As a result, any enemy who climbs the wall will inevitably be exposed to the light, leaving them with nowhere to hide. The city gate has also been blocked by thousands of pounds of broken dragon stones. The strong men of the city gates, who were not worried at all, formed patrols in small groups, patrolling back and forth in the area they were responsible for.

Zhao Hong is also in the patrol team, and he is naturally at the forefront of the team as the chief. Although the Xianbei people did not attack the city, as a clear sentry, the danger of patrolling the night still existed. Therefore, Zhao Hong is also fully armed, wearing leather armor, holding a door panel, and hanging a fruit knife from his waist. Patrolling in the dark night, Zhao Hong looked at the dark red city wall illuminated by the firelight, and the pitch-black world around him, feeling like a warrior in "Diablo", who has been bravely moving forward in the hell of demons and monsters.

After a while, Zhao Hong's patrol was a little tired, so he sat down on the city wall and began to rest. While resting, they began to eat some late-night snacks. Zhao Hong didn't sit down, he also took out the Hu cake he carried with him from the cloth bag, and gnawed on the well water in the gourd.

Zhao Hong was nibbling on the hard cakes while thinking about the bread of his previous life. This thing tastes far worse than bread. He placed his hands on the sunken battlements and looked up at the camp of the Xianbei people in the east.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a vast night sky, and there is no twinkle or blink of stars in the cloudy night sky, let alone a bright moon in the night sky. There is only boundless darkness, and this darkness is boundless, and it seems to envelop everything in it.

In the distance, in the Xianbei camp, you can see piles of bonfires. The bonfire in the distance flickered in the quiet night, like the stars in the sky, but they were much brighter than the stars. These bonfires are like islands in the dark, bringing light in the dark ocean.

The Xianbei people gathered around the bonfire, singing and dancing, drinking and eating meat. Bursts of jubilant singing mixed with the aroma of barbecue and wine floated in the breeze.

The Xianbei singing voice Zhao Hongmeng is somewhat similar to the Mandarin of later generations, without the thick nasal voice and short and powerful voice in Chinese in this era, but it reminds Zhao Hong of the bits and pieces of life before traveling to this time and space. Zhao Hong, who was a little sad, listened carefully to the cheerful singing, but found that he couldn't understand a word of the specific content. After all, although the pronunciation method of Mandarin in later generations has the characteristics of the Manchu Tungusic language, and has lost the characteristic and complex nasal sound and intonation of the Central Plains Yayan, the grammatical structure still inherits the grammar of Chinese, and Zhao Hong naturally does not understand a word.

In addition to Zhao Hong, the rest of the Baoji Village people watched the Xianbei people live a good life of drinking wine and eating barbecue, and looked at the Hu cakes that they were gnawing on, as hard as bricks, and couldn't help but shed tears of sadness. Liu Song's tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes in large strings, like pearls with broken threads. The pearls with broken threads fell faster and faster, and they were even connected into a line. Liu Song pursed his eyes with the wide sleeve of his right hand, and immediately wiped his eyes red and swollen like two peaches, but the tears still couldn't be stopped, and soon a stream formed under his feet. Zhao Hong hurriedly put away the gourd for drinking water, and Zhao Hong, who had nothing to do, had to plan to comfort this old courtier.

Before he walked to Liu Song's side, Zhao Hong heard a sentence.

"The life of this ~Xianbei people~~ is very true~~ beautiful!" Liu Song choked up and said silently. "I~If ~~I can~~ live ~~ every day~~ on such a ~~beautiful~~ life, I will not change ~~immortal~~." The sourness contained in these words stumbled the people around him, including Zhao Hong. Even the effect of many years of old vinegar is not as good as his words.

Zhao Hong observed the expressions of the others, and most of them were no better than Liu Song. Zhao Hong found that Li Yong was already crying with his head in his arms, and Cao Peng slammed the hard cake to the ground, and the hard cake of the rigid collision almost did not have any deformation, so this completely inelastic collision caused a great loss of energy in the hard cake, and it only bounced once and then did not move. Zhao Hong saw Wang Laohan's only remaining son, Wang Ming.

The gluttonous worms in Wang Ming's stomach have also been seduced out, and he is swallowing saliva uncontrollably. The Adam's apple then flips up and down. It is estimated that in Wang Ming's eyes, the Xianbei people after the Great Leap Forward have already run into communist life. At this time, the superiority of the feudal system, which originally had the characteristics of the Han Dynasty, was left far behind by the Xianbei people who drank blood.

This situation caused the morale of the Baoji village to be extremely low during the night patrol. Zhao Hong looked left and right, and the other strong men who patrolled the night also had a similar situation. Seeing this, Zhao Hong couldn't help frowning secretly, and couldn't help but laugh for a while.

"You only know that they eat barbecue and drink wine now, but you don't think about the feeling that they live on the back of Saibei horses and eat snowstorms in the cold winter." Zhao Hong said loudly to the people around him. "The winter there can freeze your ears and fingers, and they will fall off when you break them."

Zhao Hong met the gaze of his subordinates, stretched out his right hand, and firmly pointed to the tent of the Xianbei people in the distance, "Whether it is their wine or barbecue, it is all looted, and it is ill-gotten wealth based on the suffering of our Han people!" Although our bread is very hard, it is obtained by our labor, and it is just and bright! ”

"That can't let us gnaw hard cakes, we're contributing to the country now!" Liu Song, who had recovered from choking, was still a little resentful as he stepped on the small pond he had created under his feet.

Hearing Liu Song's voice, Zhao Hong turned around, raised his right arm and pointed to the southwest, then pointed to his heart, and said in an impassioned tone. "Now we are not only for the court of Luoyang, but also for ourselves." Zhao Hong paused, waved his arm vigorously at Shiyi City, and his tone gradually increased. "If the Xianbei people are beaten into the city, then they will kill the man, take the woman XX, and put the baby on the tip of the gun, and then put it on the fire to barbecue. And we~~~" Zhao Hong said this, stretching his tone, "We are now protecting the lives and property of the Han people, this is a great and just cause!" ”

After listening to Zhao Hong's speech, everyone in Baoji Village became excited, and the hand holding the Hu Cake became sonorous and powerful, as if they were no longer holding a cold Hu Cake, but a fighting weapon------ "Nokia" mobile phone. Their confident faces seem to tell everything that they are now fighting for the greatest just cause in the history of mankind!