Wang Zunzhi hopes that his luck will be better.

In fact, his luck has always been good, the first two times he sent grain out, the Qin army that escorted the grain and grass suffered heavy losses every time, but he was able to turn danger into a disaster every time, unscathed, and after two vicious battles, he didn't even scratch the oily skin on his body, which was really against the sky.

However, Wang Zunzhi did not think that luck would always favor him, so before every trip, he would sincerely pray to the gods he knew. From the Heavenly Immortals and Buddhas to the Grass Heads of the Wilderness, as long as they know, they will worship it again, but I don't know if these gods will be very angry when they know that he looks like this.

For Wang Zunzhi, every time he goes out, he dances on the tip of a knife. Even if he was so lucky, he didn't know if he would be able to come back again until he went on another trip. Saying goodbye to your family before your first departure is the most unbearable, it's basically like parting with life and death. One time is enough to break people, but he has already done it for the third time.

Thinking of his wife's bright tears and his son's pitiful puppy-like eyes when he left, Wang Zunzhi felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle, and it hurt and hurt.

The acropolis outside will definitely not be able to hold it. Wang Zunzhi has a clear understanding of this, maybe a fierce attack by the Ming army is enough to make these acropolis lost, the reason why the Ming army has no large-scale attack now, is not the fortification of these acropolis, but because of this bad weather, or they have some other ideas.

Not to mention the Acropolis, it is Yongdu City, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to defend. There has never been a precedent for a besieged city without reinforcements from outside the country. In the past, in peacetime, Yongdu needed to transport large amounts of food and other materials from all over the world every day to maintain its operation, but now it only consumes and has no income. Even if Yongdu City collected a large amount of food and materials all the way after the emperor retreated from the Tiger Prison and stored them in the city, how long could it last? And this was in exchange for sacrificing the interests of all the people of Qin outside Yongdu.

Wang Zunzhi can't forget that when he led his men and horses to search for the last grain of grain from the homes of those bitter people, the eyes of those people looked at him, there was no anger, only despair.

All the young men were captured in the city as reserve soldiers, but the old and weak women and children were abandoned and left to fend for themselves.

In the current Yongdu City, what is permeated is not the grief and indignation of the imminent destruction of the country, not the courage to rise up to defend the country, but the ubiquitous anger. Although the huge city with a population of hundreds of thousands remained silent because of the strong suppression, this increasingly suppressed anger made everyone's hearts feel like a fire was burning, and they didn't know when this pot of fire would overturn and spread sparks in the city.

Wang Zunzhi didn't want to die.

As an officer, he was able to know something that ordinary people didn't know. The big men are already planning to drive all the old and weak women and children out of the city. This will reduce the city's population by at least half, ensuring that food can last longer and, if they are alive, that their families and children will not be driven out of the city and starved to death in the snow. If they died, how could they live in the city again?

No matter how bad or difficult the city is, there is always a little bit of food to survive a day. If you are driven out of the city, you can only die a tragic death in despair.

When he went out of the city again, he was even a little angry at why the Ming army hadn't taken down those acropolis, and if those acropolis were gone, there would be no need for him to take this dangerous mission again.

Riding on his horse, he could see the trembling of all the escorts. Wang Zunzhi doesn't think there's anything strange about this, even himself, isn't it the same? Every time the team out of the city goes back, it's nice to have three or four stops left out of the ten stops. What's more, these people are not full-fledged soldiers at all.

Qingzhou Rebellion, Tiger Prison Rebellion, Qinghe Rebellion, several border armies with strong combat effectiveness of the empire, in a short period of time, one after another betrayed Daqin, Qingzhou Tiger Prison's army surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, Qinghe's army followed Bian Wushuang to Chu State, which made the empire almost drained of vitality. In the current Yongdu City, in addition to the 50,000 Thunder Army, most of the troops are some ground garrison troops and stragglers who have fled sporadically from the battlefield, and then there are some private armed forces, although the emperor forcibly pinched them together and re-formed a defensive army of 100,000 people, but in addition to the Thunder Army, Wang Zunzhi has no illusions about the combat ability of other troops.

Can you expect the young men captured outside the city to shed their blood and die for a country that has abandoned their families? But such people now account for at least three or four percent of Yongdu's army.

The people above themselves also knew that such a team escorting food would only dare to send soldiers whose families were in Yongdu City to carry it out, and if they sent those who were captured from outside the city, they were afraid that as soon as they left the city, they would not need the Ming army to rob and burn them, and they would divide the food and scatter with a bang.

Wang Zunzhi felt that the future was dark. The only thing I want now is to survive, and only if I survive, can I protect my family and at least let them have a bowl of rice to eat.

Actually, isn't this also the intention of those officers in the city to send people like themselves? They knew very well that if they didn't work hard, their families in the city would soon suffer bad luck.

He sighed. Looking at the white world again, God bless, these ancestors of the Ming Army will let themselves go this time, don't come again!

Or maybe he worships too many gods and Buddhas, so that the gods and Buddhas are pushing each other and forgetting about this matter, Wang Zunzhi's breath has not been completely spit out, and at the end of the vast field, there are many black spots. The black dot expanded rapidly, and in the field of vision it became a famous cavalryman, rushing towards him like a gallop.

"Enemy attack!" Wang Zunzhi roared loudly. "Assemble, form."

More than 1,000 soldiers began to gather in the middle in a panic, the climbing plows were dragged to the middle, the grain bags were stacked up to become their cover, the shield bearers erected tall shields, the pikemen set up the spears, the few archers were in the middle, and more than 1,000 soldiers shrank into a circle formation, passively waiting for the arrival of the Ming army.

At this time, they had to carry it hard and hold on until the cavalry of the Thunder Army came to their rescue.

Wang Zunzhi is a very experienced cadre. The third consecutive trip out of the city to protect food also allowed him to accumulate some experience in dealing with the Ming cavalry, which also made him react extremely quickly, and when the incoming enemy was still a few miles away from him, he had already completed the organization of this turtle shell formation here.

The grain that should have been heavily protected was not hesitated by him at this moment as a sandbag and put it outside, and the climbing plows were thrown around at will, which became the first step to block the impact of the Ming cavalry.

If there is no life, what else do you need to do with food? If the Ming army can be repulsed, these grains can still be eaten, and if they fail, then there will naturally be nothing.

Wang Zunzhi's first priority was to save his life, which is why he was able to survive the first two grain shipments, because he lasted longer, and of course, in the end, he delivered less grain.

But what does it matter? Even if he only carried a bag of food to Shuanglian City in the end, the soldiers there would still be grateful to him.

Everything was ready, and Wang Zunzhi had time to look at the attacking Ming army. This look made his heart and liver tremble.

There are a lot of people coming this time!

This was the first wave of attacks, and there were hundreds of cavalry of the Ming army that attacked.

Wang Zunzhi's pupils shrank slightly, and he instinctively felt a huge threat. The Ming cavalry that attacked this time didn't seem to be much different from the previous two encounters.

He widened his eyes and looked at the Ming army who was getting closer and closer, yes, it was different. First of all, there are weapons, these hundred or so horsemen are the same as the previous encounters, all holding a horse lance and wearing a saber, but each of them even has a bow on their backs.

Mounted archery is not something that any cavalryman can do. The scout team of the Ming army encountered in the past can be regarded as the most elite, but among the scouts, there are only one or two who can have this ability, but now, there are more than 100 people on the opposite side, and everyone is carrying a bow.

And then there's the head.

The Ming army that came this time, even if they were riding on horses, Wang Zunzhi could see that all of them were burly people with tall cattle and big horses, but the Ming army in the past had all kinds of figures. Now this team of centaurs is like being selected from many people, and all of them are about the same size.

His hands trembled slightly.

This is a different army, just like the Thunder Army of Daqin, but the ordinary scouts of the Ming Dynasty can fight against the Thunder Army, if there is really a specially selected strong pawn, can they withstand it this time?

Wang Zunzhi didn't expect that he could repel the Ming cavalry, he could only defend passively, and the only hope of repelling these cavalry was the cavalry of the Thunder Army that was wandering outside.

This has been the case in the past.

With a whoosh, a feather arrow with a sharp whistling sound was inserted into the peripheral grain bag, Wang Zunzhi was startled again, the bow used on the horse was much shorter than the range of the starting bow, but above this distance, the Ming army at the front easily shot the feather arrow to his position, what does this mean?

"Archer, prepare!" He roared.

But it was the opponent's feathered arrows that came first.

Dozens of feathered arrows streaked through the sky, whistling and flying towards his position.