Li Yanzhi hesitated about Cao Jian's confession, and finally selectively believed him. After all, even if he left at night and fled back to the county town, there must be no good fruit to eat in the county town. Instead of that, it is better to follow Li Yanzhi to fight to the death in the county. But whoever can get out alive will definitely not be a small credit.

"Cao Sima, don't despair. Xin Mingfu was stationed in the same city as me, and he had already sent a letter of help to his uncle, who was in charge of each town. We will only do it today. Even if he unfortunately dies in the city, presumably the prince of the mansion will never treat the Cao family badly......" Li Yanzhi looked at Cao Jian, trying to use his own words to dispel Cao Jian's worries: "I also allocated a lot of money from the treasury for Liu Jiwu to take the north to take refuge." Once Liu Jiwu is able to return, this wealth will be distributed to each family as a ...... for bereavement."

"Sima is far-sighted, there are a lot of adults, and the general is really ashamed to ......," Cao Jian said in a trembling voice. When Li Yanzhi saw Cao Jian's appearance, his heart also added a little sourness. He stepped forward to help Cao Jian: "The eldest husband stands in the world, in the prosperous world, he should be the pillar of the family." In troubled times, he should be persistent and achieve meritorious deeds. The name goes down in history, and the filial piety ...... to show the parents"

Cao Jian arched his hand and said in a firm tone: "Sima rest assured, it is not just a matter of saying that Dongcheng is here." Please rest assured that if Dongcheng falls, Jiancan only die with Dongcheng. ”

"There are nearly a thousand soldiers in the city who are still on the line. If you don't support it, Cao Sima can quickly send soldiers to report to me. I will send the soldiers of the city to the city to support me. ”

Looking at Cao Jian's back and walking up the steps of the city wall step by step, Li Yanzhi's heart fell on the big stone. Although he knew in his heart that Lingju would not be able to hold on for a long time, he still held on to the hope of an eventuality, and led his subordinates to fight to the death in the city. After all, Lingju is also his own duty, no matter why he loses Lingju, he can't justify himself. And if he didn't die on the battlefield, but died on the court, it would be a great shame for Li Yanzhi himself.

He left Dongcheng and prepared to return to the camp for a short rest. When I walked to the house where the original workshop was located, I only heard the mourning in it. Li Yanzhi remembered that now the craftsmen in the workshop were gone, and this workshop had been ordered by him to be used as a temporary medical center for the wounded soldiers long before the war.

Li Yanzhixin walked and pushed open the two wooden doors to the courtyard of the workshop, but saw several doctors shuttling back and forth among them, and all the wounded soldiers were placed on straw mats and beds. The pain hit their nerves, causing the soldiers to wail and scream in pain. And some people don't know whether the pain has passed, or they can't support it, and lie quietly in the meantime, like a gossamer.

A military commander and two soldiers on duty in the courtyard first discovered Li Yanjiong. The captain stepped forward and bowed and clenched his fists. Li Yanzhi waved his hand to signal that he was exempt, looked at the wounded soldiers in the courtyard, and asked Wu Chang, "Have the wounded eaten?" ”

Wu Chang's expression was a little embarrassed, and he thought for a while before he said: "Just now, the Huotou Army came to share the meal. However, many of the soldiers were in unbearable pain, and their food was difficult to swallow......"

Li Yanzhi checked the wounded soldiers one by one, and sure enough, he saw that many soldiers had half a bowl of corn porridge or half a gnawed Hu cake on their sides. When many wounded soldiers saw this armored general on patrol and found out that it was Li Yanzhi, many wounded soldiers endured the pain from the wound and no longer dared to speak out. It's just that the cold sweat on his forehead is still flowing endlessly.

"You have been fighting for a day, and I know your suffering. But the meal always has to be eaten! Li Yanzhi looked at the wounded soldiers in the place, and suddenly felt distressed, and he walked in front of a soldier who was lying on a straw mat and had broken his right arm. The soldier endured the pain and looked at Li Yanzhi with his eyes wide open.

Li Yanzhi knelt on the ground, helped the soldier to lean on the pillar beside him, and then picked up the whole bowl of corn porridge he put aside, touched the temperature with his hand, and felt that it was still warm. Li Yanzhi took the bowl of porridge, approached the soldier's mouth, picked up the bowl and scooped a spoonful of rice porridge, and then handed it to the soldier's mouth.

When the soldier saw this, tears flashed in front of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain from the injury, and muttered, "Li ...... Sima Li. Such...... How to make ......"

"Open your mouth!" Li Yanzhi is firm and undeniably authentic. The soldier opened his mouth with tears in his eyes and ate the first spoonful of rice porridge that the chief general of the army fed to him.

When the soldiers around saw this scene, they were surprised and moved, and they seemed to have forgotten the pain on their bodies, and their wails suddenly became much quieter. Li Yanzhi fed spoonful by spoonful, and the soldier in front of him bared his teeth and sucked the cool air, tears falling into the warm corn porridge in the bowl.

Seeing this, the soldiers and doctors who were watching the wounded soldiers also dropped their things one after another, walked to the side of those soldiers with injured arms and had difficulty moving, picked up their untouched dinner, and ate the broken cakes, and the porridge was fed spoonful by spoon like Li Yanzhi. The wounded who were fed were silent, enjoying the friendship of Tongze one bite at a time.

Li Yanzhi finished pulling the corn porridge in the wounded soldier's bowl with a spoon, and fed the last spoonful into the mouth of the wounded soldier in front of him. Watching him swallow hard, he asked, "Have you eaten enough?" The wounded soldier wiped the tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his left hand, and then nodded vigorously.

Li Yanzhi got up again and checked the injuries of the wounded soldiers in front of him. Seeing that he had lost almost his entire forearm in his right hand, his heart couldn't help but become even more sour. Everything in the world has a price. However, he really saw that such a heavy price was passed on to these young soldiers, who either fell on the battlefield forever, or like the people in front of them today, were wounded and disabled by the war, and even their future disarmament and return to the field became a problem. As a result, the mood became heavier.

In this humble field hospital, most of the wounded soldiers ate without saying a word. Occasionally, a few moans of unbearable pain were heard. Li Yanzhi shuttled among the wounded, and every wounded person who looked at him had tears in his eyes. This heavy and oppressive atmosphere continued, making Li Yanzhi, who was trying to get rid of it, a little at a loss. After making a round of inspections, he sat down in the center of the hospital, and under the gaze of the wounded soldiers in the hospital, he untied the bamboo whistle on his chest, put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

Li Yanzhi stirred his lips and tongue and tried the sound. It didn't take long for a melodious and desolate tone to blow slowly from the bamboo whistle in his mouth. The note floated over the workshop, and gradually, whether it was the soldiers who fed the food, the doctors, or the wounded who were groaning in pain, they all left all other thoughts behind and quietly enjoyed the song played by Li Yanzhi.

Even these reckless and reckless military men in the past maintained a rare silence under this melodious and desolate tone. Although they did not understand the rhythm of music, the tones that came from the bamboo whistle sounded to their ears as a silent remembrance of those robes that had been sleeping for a long time, and a consolation to them who were alive.

Li Yanzhi also recalled his past life in this melodious and desolate tune. I wonder if my relatives are okay in that time and space? I wonder if I can see them again one day in this troubled world? Perhaps through the millennium, what I said was an unspeakable calamity. But in such a world, no one has much choice.

At the end of the song, Li Yanzhi's eyes were also full of tears. He looked up at the wounded soldiers who had followed him into the lonely city, and an indescribable discomfort suddenly surged in his heart. He let go of the bamboo whistle, knelt down and kowtowed three times to these loyal soldiers, and said in a choked voice: "Li Mou didn't notice, so that everyone was trapped in a lonely city, and he was really ashamed to be the head of the first army." If things take a turn for the better and we can get out of trouble, Li will live up to the friendship of the robes of the same city......"

Before Li Yanzhi could finish speaking, the captain on duty on the side had hurriedly stepped forward and set Li Yanzhi up with another soldier, with a heavy panic and uneasiness in his tone: "Li Sima, why is this?" I'll wait...... I can't afford it......"

For a while, many wounded people in the hospital also got up, knelt down on the straw mat or the Hu bed, and kowtowed to Li Yanzhi and said, "Sima can't!" I can't afford to wait......"

Li Yanzhi broke away from the two military commanders and soldiers who were holding him, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, looked around and said, "Here are all loyal and brave people who defend the country, how can they not afford it?" Although Li is also a martial artist, he is also sensible. It's just that the generals don't notice it, so that everyone is trapped in a lonely city and killed, and their hearts are uneasy! ”

"I hope that everyone will be healthy and recuperate, and don't give up on yourself. Your family members are still waiting for everyone to go back......"

After finishing speaking, Li Yanzhi saw many soldiers in the courtyard, all silently wiping tears with their sleeves. Some of the auxiliaries who had not been in the army long ago were already quietly sobbing. There was a mourning in the workshop for a while, and everyone who heard it was moved.

"Li Sima! The villain has a request, I don't know if it's ...... to talk about" Just as the wounded in the courtyard of the workshop were sobbing and weeping, Li Yanzhi heard a voice from the crowd on the side. He followed the prestige, but he did not know who was asking questions. I had to open my mouth and answer: "You are all brothers of Li and Ze, but if you have something, please open your mouth." If Li can do it, he will not refuse......"

"Please Li Sima will play the tune he played just now, and play it again......"

Li Yanzhi was in silence, and soon found the soldier who asked the question. He looks young, no more than twenty-one or twelve. The face is still immature, but there is a bit of depth in the eyes that is not commensurate with his age.

"Okay, since everyone wants to hear it, I'll sing it again with the lyrics." Li Yanzhi raised his eyes and looked around, and the wounded soldiers all looked expectant. He cleared his throat and thought for a moment, and the song "Winter Clothes Tune" was already rushing out of his mouth.

The moonlight is thin, who pounds the cold clothes. Looking at the end of the world, I want to think of my hometown.

The snow fell overnight, and the north wind was urgent. Thousands of miles away from each other.

Ronghua dream, plug it into the Qiang flute. War is not a crime, how many seasons will the beacon burn?

Tonight, the snow in Guanshan is full, the north wind is urgent, and the hearts are connected for thousands of miles.

It is to accompany each other in this life, or to regret it in the next life. Why don't you understand this puzzle?

When I suddenly looked back, I silently remembered for a long time, the end of the world, who did the shadow rely on?

Knowing the heart, send winter clothes thousands of miles. If successful, Guanling will return to his hometown.

Tonight, there are many voices and frequent urgency. The blood-stained yellow sand soul returns.

The moonlight is slanting, and tonight is like what night. Snowflakes fly, and there is no time to return.

Tonight, there is no tears. Green silk into snow hairpins.

If you can't ask for life, death is like love and parting. Someday you'll understand the puzzle.

The yellow spring is gone, and it is divided into two places from now on. Thousands of mountains and snow, memories under the moon......

In early spring, it is warm and cold. Li Yanzhi sang, and the mist in his mouth condensed in the dark night. Every word in this song struck the heartstrings of everyone present with Li Yanzhi's performance.

The soldier who had just asked Li Yanzhi to play it again was already crying profusely when he heard that Li Yanzhi had finished singing this song. He choked up and sobbed, "I miss my wife...... Woohoo......"

Even the notes that have passed through the millennium still resonate with a rare resonance in the hearts of these soldiers. Li Yanzhi looked at the group of sobbing and crying iron-blooded men in front of him, and his heart was full of emotion for a while. These soldiers fought the enemy at the head of the city, and were later wounded and maimed. The physical and psychological gap, the pain and the torment most likely did not bring them to tears. But now he may have been stabbed in the softest part of his heart by the piece played by Li Yanzhi, but he was full of mourning for a while.

Li Yanzhi walked to the side of the soldier who asked him to play it again, and squatted down to stare at him. When the soldier saw Li Yanzhi, his expression suddenly became a little uneasy. He lowered his head and wiped away his tears, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Sima ......"

"Where are the relatives at home and the mother?" Li Yanzhi stretched out his hand and pressed the soldier's slightly shrugged shoulder, and asked.

The soldier raised his head, looked at Li Yanzhi with a little consternation, and then replied with a little anxiety: "They...... They had already joined the brigade of households...... I took refuge in the north......"

Li Yanzhi nodded: "Is there food and clothing at home?" ”

When the soldier heard this, his eyes turned red again: "The Ming Mansion and Sima Zeng said that the county government has properly arranged food and clothing for them. Villain...... The villain couldn't thank ......"

Li Yanzhi pressed his right hand slightly, gently pressed the soldier's shoulder, and said, "You don't have to thank me, and you don't have to thank Mingfu." The lives of the family members are all won by you. ”

The soldier raised his head and looked at Li Yanzhi in dismay, his face full of confusion. Li Yanzhi got up, patted him, and then looked at all the soldiers around him, and asked, "Do you know, who are we waiting for to defend the city here?" ”

The sobbing around was quieter. The soldiers who heard Li Yanzhi's question all raised their heads and looked at Li Yanzhi in bewilderment. But no one had a clear answer. The air froze in the silence.

"If we don't obey the order, we don't keep the Guangwu, or we can get peace for a while. But when the thief comes, he can drive straight in. At that time, where will your families, parents, wives and children flee to? The world is not guarded, I don't know where to live with you? ”

There was silence all around. However, suddenly, a question broke the silence. A soldier asked, "Sima Ke has a small family?" And where? ”

Li Yanzhi raised his eyes to look at the night sky in the northwest and said leisurely: "Maybe there is...... bar. She's in Yongdeng. ”