Wang Liandi was the fourth in the family, and the killing of the Yi soldiers made him a slave. Although he does heavy work every day, he is very glad that he is still alive. Compared with those who were beheaded by the Yi soldiers, he is undoubtedly much happier.

A command yesterday made him nervous, and the same man as he was a slave was driven away by a string of ropes.

Although there were only three Yi soldiers guarding their more than 100 slaves, none of them had the idea of escaping.

Those who had once wanted to escape were brutally killed by the Yi soldiers in front of them, and their slaves were all afraid of being killed, and they all accepted their fate.

All were only informed when they arrived at their destination. Tomorrow they will attack the Shizhu Peak where the official army is stationed, and as long as they can obtain the slaves of the official army's first rank, they will be released home immediately.

Seeing that the dangerous Shizhu Peak King Lian Brother was silent, he knew that tomorrow might be his last day in the world.

The next day's breakfast, the slaves had their first all-you-can-eat meal. Each of them took a wooden stick and set foot on the path to Shizhu Peak, looking at the looming wooden village above, everyone's heart was cold.

Qin Shi discovered early on that a large number of Han people were escorted to Yangjiazhuang, and immediately understood the thoughts of the Yi soldiers.

Therefore, the stones in front of the wooden village are very well prepared, and each young man is organized into a team ready to support the Changxing army at any time to defend the peak.

Wang Liandi followed behind the others, climbing up with his hands and feet.

Suddenly! Overhead, "Boom! The sound stopped, and many stones rolled down from top to bottom.

He watched as a man in front of him was hit by a rock, flying into the air and falling to the bottom of the mountain.

There were also people who were smashed to the point that their heads were broken and bleeding, and many people who climbed were beaten down at once. Just as Wang Liandi was glad that he was lucky not to be hit by a stone, a mountain rock the size of a grinding disc rolled down to him.

Wang Liandi was so frightened that someone was run over by this boulder just ten paces above him. The whole person became a meatloaf and was glued on the rock, looking at the boulder that was getting closer and closer, Wang Liandi's breathing became heavy.

The boulder jumped down and fell, Wang Liandi closed his eyes, pressed his head against the rock, and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in his heart, hoping to escape this catastrophe.

It seemed that the gods and Buddhas in the sky heard his prayer, and the boulder slammed on his head and bounced up one step away, clinging to his body and slashing downward.

The boulder slashed across Wang Liandi's back, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared all over his body. It was so suspenseful just now, if it was a little downward, there would definitely be no corpse.

Those who survived began to turn around and flee for their lives while glad they were still alive. Wang Liandi was so frightened that his hands and feet became weak, lying on the rocks and panting, and he was going to go down when his body had strength.

Where is this attacking the official army! Sending death is not such a way to send it. Just as he was gasping in, screams came from below.

Wang Liandi looked down and was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. The rows of Yi soldiers below were aimed at the Han people who fled downwards with crossbow arrows, and the Yi soldiers' crossbow arrows were shot very accurately, and being shot was a dead end.

The Han people on the mountain were frightened by the frenzied killing of the Yi soldiers, and they had no choice but to turn around and climb to the top again.

Wang Liandi followed the others, dodging the stones that rolled down from them, and kept cursing the Yi soldiers.

He and the others have already accepted their fate as slaves, why are they still sent to this ghost place to die. While he was cursing, a man who had not stood firm by dodging the stones fell down and smashed right on Wang Liandi's body.

Wang Liandi and the man rolled down the mountain together, and in the process of falling, his body kept falling on the rock, and Wang Liandi fainted before he reached the corner of the mountain.

I don't know how long it took for him to slowly regain consciousness. At this time, he felt that the bones in his whole body were broken, and he couldn't help but moan under the severe pain.

A voice sounded in his ears, "Brother! It's a big deal! The guy who rolled down with you was broken in the neck, but you only broke an arm, and if you don't die, there will be a blessing! ”

Hearing this voice, Wang Liandi opened his eyes with difficulty. I saw the stars in the sky, and it was already late at night.

Standing beside him was a big man, a man with a full beard and a strong body that did not look like a slave.

Seeing Wang Liandi's gaze, Dahan said: "We are almost the same, we were arrested on the mountain a few years earlier than you." In the eyes of the Yi people, we Han people are the lives of slaves, and we will be allowed to do cannon fodder work like this! ”

Hearing Dahan's words, Wang Liandi was silent. The heart that originally accepted his fate was also excited, and he didn't want to die in vain like those who were stoned to death.

Seeing Wang Liandi's silence, Dahan said again: "Your kid is injured, the attack in the next few days should not let you go to death, take care of your injuries!" Hope you survive! After saying that, the big man left a piece of bread and left.

After that, Wang Liandi never saw this person again, maybe this person died in battle, maybe this person escaped, anyway, he never saw this benefactor who saved his life.

Zhang Tong drove the Han slaves and stormed them for five days, and the best of these five days was to attack under the wall.

The Changxing army stationed on it beat them with spears and guns and fled, and in the face of such a small place, the advantage of numbers was completely useless.

Zhang Tong, who was depressed, had no choice but to order to stop the attack and wait for the slaves behind to arrive. They stopped their attack, which made the Changxing army on Shizhu Peak also breathe a sigh of relief.

In the past few days, although there has been no danger, the consumption of food has been very fast.

The food consumed by people in the active and inactive states is completely different, and it was originally estimated that the food that could be eaten for more than a month could not last even twenty days, which made Qin Shi and the others on Shizhu Peak worried.

"Major General! Can we eat less, I'm afraid we won't last long if we continue like this! Ma Bao said beside Qin Shi.

"No! How can we fight if we can't even eat enough, if we let the people know that there is not enough food on Shizhu Peak, we will be in chaos without Yi soldiers attacking! Qin Shi said with certainty, the way to eat less will definitely not work.

Since you can't eat less, you can only take the risk. It is definitely not possible to let the Yi soldiers attack so unscrupulously, and everyone knows the truth that if you defend it for a long time, you will lose.

It seems that if you want to make the Yi soldiers fearful, you need to go down the mountain to give the Yi soldiers a hard time, so that they have scruples and dare not attack the mountain with all their might.

The danger of this method is much greater, and now there are not Han people in Yangjiazhuang under the mountain, there are thousands of Yi soldiers alone, and there are only sixty-seven of them in total.

Even if it was all down, it would not be enough for others to stuff their teeth, and Qin Shi was in a dilemma for a while.

Two days later, the slaves that Zhang Tong needed were finally delivered, a full 10,000 Han Chinese. Even if the Changxing army on Shizhu Peak is killed, they will be exhausted.

The next day's assault began on time, and the Han people were once again driven forward. It was only at sunset that the attack stopped, and hundreds of Han people did not return that day.

The bones of the corpses under the mountain were thrown haphazardly into the valley on one side, and the stench from there was almost sick.

At night, in the drowsiness of the Yi soldiers monitoring Shizhu Peak, dozens of black shadows lurked from the peak one after another.