"That's right. Look at the bunch of pirates on the sea. Hundreds of years ago, I didn't know how to get dressed, and I came to learn the things of our ancestors, and even the words were learned from us. Look at it now, didn't you take that broken knife and cross the ocean to trouble us? There is no way, the beliefs are different, even if there is peace for a short time, it will only force the empty gourd down, and one day it will float up. ”

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth twitched, he didn't know what to say, he just hoped that everyone in Linghe City was safe. However, this is only hope. He wanted to go back to the 21st century, but it didn't help.

"Ancestor, today I want to keep a vigil for the soldiers."

Zu Dashou nodded and said, "It's okay, you can drink that bowl of porridge." Since those Jiannu did not move, it seemed that they were preparing to besiege the city. This battle will eventually be a tug-of-war, and it is not okay to bring down the body. The young man is young, and it is no problem to stay up all night, but this meal still has to be eaten. He patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and walked down the city.

Yang Fan stood up and drank the bowl of unpalatable millet porridge in the autumn breeze. Due to the urgency of time, I haven't even taken off the threshing, so I can only swallow it. This night, Yang Fan did not sleep.

The development of the war, as Yang Fan and the others thought, the children of the Eight Banners began to dig trenches around Linghe City. And Yang Fan in Linghe City could only watch like this. What can I do, I can't fight it down, it's better to wait for the opportunity and break through in one fell swoop.

The climate is relatively dry in autumn, but Yang Fan has to check every day to see if there is any resurgence in the granary. Then the gods babbled on the last sentence, and the time had not yet come.

The people in the city were already a little panicked. After so many days of lockdown, is there something big going on? Under one roof, Lao Hong received today's bucket of millet rice, and after thanking him again and again, he began to put the handful of millet on a clean cloth. There is nothing to do, Lao Hong likes to count meters.

"Lord Xiao Yang! How did you get here? Lao Hong hurriedly got up, and with sharp eyes, he quickly picked up a grain of millet that fell on the ground, and the cloth bag was packed.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Is there enough food to eat?" ”

"Enough is enough, and I don't work these days. It's half of it, and it's all full. Lao Hong smiled and showed his yellow teeth, and then invited Yang Fan to a corner where no one was, and said: "Lord Yang, I, Lao Hong, have seen a lot of battles in Jinning, you tell me, this time that group of dog slaves came with thousands of people?" ”

Yang Fan smiled bitterly: "What, you can also fight?" ”

"Who won't fight if they're in a hurry?" Lao Hong said, "When the Ningjin War was in the beginning, the conscripts didn't care about the three men in our family, and they took away all three men from our family. One person will directly drive the ducks to the shelves, regardless of whether you can fight or not, and go directly to the battlefield. ”

When Lao Hong mentioned this past, he wanted to cry, and said: "My poor two sons, one was blinded by the explosion of the fire, and now he can only do farm work at home. Another was stabbed by a dog slave and died. ”

He stretched out his right hand, pointed to the deep scar, and said, "Look, my lord, when I set the fire, I almost blew off one of my small hands. It's good that the small one is fast, otherwise it will really become one-armed. ”

Yang Fan didn't know that this cheerful old Hong had so many pasts, so he barely smiled and said, "Have you ever complained about the court?" ”

Lao Hong leaned against the wall and said, "If you want to say that you don't complain, it must be a lie." But there are no immortals in this war, so I don't complain much about the court, the bad is bad for those dog slaves. There is a good land not to plant, but to come to fight our Ming idea. By the way, Lord Yang, do you say that the black soil still needs to be fertilized? I've never seen it before, and it's still dark. ”

Yang Fan came back to his senses and said, "When Shengjing City is conquered, the first thing is to let Lao Hong and his brothers plant the entire Northeast Plain." This is what Daming owes you. ”

The cloth bag in Lao Hong's hand unconsciously loosened. The millet was sprinkled on the ground, and the old man's eyes were vaguely filled with tears, he never thought about who owed whom, however, when Yang Fan heard the word debt in his mouth, he still kept leaving tears. Countless images of those years poured into his mind. None of this can be explained clearly overnight.

When the wheel of history is advancing, there must be countless bloody lives, which will be used as stepping stones under the wheel to push the wheel forward. And those rulers, one by one freshly dressed and angry, waved the sky on the chariot, and spoke of ambition.

Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer. Zhang Yanghao's Yuan song expresses the sorrow of historical progress. But the so-called historical records are nothing more than genealogies of rulers who flaunt their achievements.

Yang Fan thought a lot, as if he was a vicissitudes of time and space, seeing the warmth and coldness of the world. He walked like this, walking on the yellow earth in the city, looking at the soldiers and the people, his heart was strong again. Yes, Da Ming owes you, then, let me Yang Fan make up for you. Hold on. These three words are the three words that Yang Fan said the most on this day. As long as you hold on, the dawn of victory is at hand.

Qi Dabai said it, said it to Lao Liu, said it to the patrolling soldiers, and of course, said it to himself.

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It's been twenty days.

The people of the city, the soldiers, became silent. From the beginning of discussion and small talk, to later, it became silent and depressed. Every day there are people struggling to get out. Even if you die, you don't want to die so aggrieved.

"Listen, the people of the city, our khan has spoken. If you surrender in Kaesong, you will be spared death! "Jin Bing has sent people to persuade him to surrender. Huang Taiji walked out of the camp and asked, "How is the direction of Jinzhou?" ”

"Back to Tiancong Khan, Lord Belle just sent a message today, and there is no movement."

Huang Taiji frowned, and said with some doubts: "It doesn't make sense, could it be that you have given up Linghe City?" It's impossible, it's impossible for him Sun Chengzong not to know the status of this Linghe City. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to repair the city. ”

"Second brother, do you feel that this siege is a little weird?" Huang Taiji looked at Dai Shan on the side, "Look, one of them is this city wall." The repair speed is so fast, if it is bricked, this quarrying, material selection, it is impossible to be so fast. But the spies sent a few days ago took a closer look, and it was indeed not muddy. It seems that Sun Chengzong came prepared this time. ”

Dai Shan nodded and said, "What's even more weird is that the Ming Imperial Court has been twenty days old. There was no movement at all, as if Linghe City had been forgotten. ”

Huang Taiji said to the scouts: "Tell the order to go down, the herald will not move, they won't last long!" Every day, more envoys were sent to persuade him to surrender. Bring me my letter of surrender, and they will still have food supplies! ”

The war was brutal, and no Jiannu would sympathize with how many people starved to death in the city. All they thought about was how to break the city and how to loot more supplies in the south.