Wang Jin's worries did not come true, because the party people's food and grass were gone, the siege was a protracted war, and the competition was the ability to withstand the war, and the party members without food and grass might not be able to last even a day. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The soldiers of the steppe people are all warriors on horseback, and they can survive on the extremely harsh grassland with the help of horses, and the steppe warriors without horses will lose everything.

The Dangxiang people are no different from other grassland peoples, and their living environment may be even harsher, at least the Khitans and Tibetans have vast grasslands with abundant water and grass, countless cattle and sheep, and a larger population than the Dangxiang people.

But even so, their living environment is still very bad, before the Khitan army was raised, there was no food and grass, and there was no military pay, and everything had to rely on themselves. This is contrary to the fundamental strategy of the Central Plains where the soldiers and horses have not moved, and the grain and grass go first. The Central Plains Dynasty was an agrarian nation, and the people took food as the sky, and the Central Plains army without grain and grass could not last a few days no matter how many soldiers and horses were.

The party people are very similar to the Khitans, this time the army invaded Lingzhou, and even the most basic cattle and sheep did not come much, because of the heavy snow, the cattle and sheep of the party people suffered heavy losses, otherwise the Khan would not have acted rashly.

The dried meat on Wang Jin's back could only last a few days, and the rest of the grain and grass could only be asked by Han Xun.

Will Han Xun give it? Of course not, since he doesn't give it, the party can only grab it by himself. On the fourth day after the army arrived in Lingzhou, the food was completely exhausted, and the party leader was the nobles of the Mi Yu clan, and he immediately decided to divide the vanguard of 2,000 people and advance around the city to the hinterland of Lingzhou.

The scattered villages in the vast land of Lingzhou were their target. The rich landlords in the village must have warehouses full of grain, fatty chickens, ducks and geese, and sweet-looking Han women, which makes these young party soldiers extremely excited.

They haven't eaten fresh food for too long, after the cattle and sheep on the grassland freeze to death, the whole clan tent is roasted to death every day, and the grassland lacks salt, the cattle and sheep are also tasteless, Lingzhou and Yanzhou are both salt-producing places, this time it is definitely to grab a large amount of salt back.

Wang Jin silently looked at this group of restless party soldiers, but sighed in his heart, human life in troubled times is not as good as a handful of food, this time the party people don't know how far they want to die?

The assembly of the vanguard troops only took too much tea time, and the party members who had run out of food and grass did not have the patience to wait around the city, their goal was to grab a handful, if there was a huge gain, of course, it would be good, if the cost was too high, they would retreat to the next best thing, and grab enough tribes to survive this winter.

About a quarter of an hour after the vanguard troops left, the two main forces of men and horses also gave up the siege, retreated twenty miles and set up camp, quietly waiting for the vanguard troops to return.

Li Zhuzi seemed to be a little wrong, his face was pale, in this cold weather, sweat rolled out of his head, his teeth were biting his lips tightly, they were all biting blood, and his body was curled up holding his stomach.

Wang Jin often trained in the wilderness when he was a soldier, and he didn't eat snow, so he judged that Li Zhuzi had stomach cramps because of the cold snow water.

Li Zhuzi finally couldn't bear the severe pain and began to moan in a low voice, and his body slowly became shorter.

The party people don't care about the life or death of the Han slaves and miscellaneous laborers at all, as long as they don't run away, they are quite free, even if they escape, it doesn't matter, the displaced people in the northwest have eaten everything that can be eaten in the wild, and the bark has not been spared.

Snowflakes rose in the sky again, and the snowflakes flew in the sky like moths to the fire in the camp. Wang Jin didn't have any good way to relieve Li Zhuzi's pain, so he had to pick up a clay pot and fill it with some snow water, put his private air-dried beef into it, and find a less eye-catching bonfire to cook it.

The fire of the bonfire was very strong, and in a moment the water in the clay pot boiled and "hissed" with white gas, and just as Wang Jin was boiling the snow water, a bold plan came out of his head, and he fled! Escape with Li Zhuzi!

The boiling hot water fed Li Zhuzi, who had stomach cramps, a few sips, and gave him a boiled and somewhat rotten beef. In less than a quarter of an hour, Li Zhuzi's pain was relieved a lot, but he was still weak.

"Come in, brother, you can eat some too." Li Zhuzi watched Wang Jin, who was originally fair-cheeked, become much darker after this period of wind and sun, but he looked much more resolute than the previous powerless scholar.

After Wang Jin watched the party members patrolling around him walk away, he crawled in Li Zhuzi's ear and told him his plan to escape, and asked him to cooperate.

Li Zhuzi was stunned after hearing this, his eyes changed when he looked at Wang Jin, even if he entered the tent of the party woman, he was not so surprised, after all, Brother Jin'er's appearance is still good, and it is not uncommon for a party woman who is used to a rough grassland man to have a good impression of such a weak scholar who has never seen it.

However, Li Zhuzi looked at Wang Jin's calm face, and he felt extremely strange. Brother Jin, who used to study the sage books at home, didn't coincide with the Wang Jin in front of him at all.

"Enter... Brother Jin... Child. Li Zhuzi swallowed his saliva as he spoke, his eyes unconsciously drifted everywhere, and his heart was beating like a drum.

"Can this work, just the two of us, I'm afraid we'll freeze to death before we return to Yanzhou!"

Wang Jin was a little speechless in his heart, the local complex of the ancients was really heavy, and Li Zhuzi still thought that Wang Jin wanted to run back to his hometown in Yanzhou at this time.

Wang Jin didn't refute him, he just looked at the traces left by the march of the army in the snow in the distance, and said to Li Zhuzi, "We don't have dry food in this barren land, how far can we run?" ”

Li Zhuzi was very straightforward and said directly: "You can't run ten miles!" Twenty miles before we arrived in Baojing County, we didn't have enough dry food, and we were afraid that we would freeze to death halfway through. ”

Li Zhuzi looked at Wang Jin and hoped that he would listen to his words and not take risks. In his mind, Wang Jin has always been a scholar and knows more than him, but this ability to escape is not necessarily comparable to that of Li Zhuzi, he followed his father to hunt in the mountains at the age of ten, and he has encountered tigers and leopards many times with his experience and left his life.

Wang Jin didn't show any frustrated expression when he heard Li Zhuzi's words, he was squinting and thinking about something.

Suddenly, Wang Jin stood up, looked at Li Zhuzi with a firm gaze and said, "Let's go to join the army!" ”

"Cast... Joining the army? Li Zhuzi is completely messy now, in his opinion, being a soldier in this troubled world is almost a way to find death, even if he is an outcast, he may be able to survive.

Wang Jin thought about it carefully, these five generations of people in the troubled world were as cheap as dogs, the man-eating demon king Qin Zongquan slaughtered the people as military food, and other warlords of all sizes were no better than him. Now it's better to be a slave to the party than to be a common man, anyway, they are all dead, it is better to die vigorously, maybe they can still be famous in history.

Wang Jin didn't say much to Li Zhuzi, but just asked him to listen to his own arrangement. Although Li Zhuzi is not very bold, his body is good, and he is still small in his body, which is very reliable.

The Chinese language understood by the party members is extremely rare, but it is not nothing, because the party members are extremely short of materials, and often have to exchange cattle, sheep and horses with the Han people for cloth, salt, tea and other things, so it is necessary to understand Chinese.

Wang Jin remembered that there was an officer who knew Chinese among the miscellaneous officers, and there was a Han surname: Wu He, called Wu Buhua, the party had no writing, this was a name that combined Han and Khitan. In the past, he was a party merchant who traded with the Han Chinese, and often haunted the northwest, Tibet, and even the Khitan people in Liao.

Wang Jin pondered his emotions for a while, tried to recall Li Zhuzi's facial expression at that time, walked up to Wu Buhua, covered his stomach, gritted his teeth and shook his body and said: "The villain and my brother ate snow water, and there is an unclean stomach in it, so I can't pollute the camp, for fear of dirtying the eyes of adults, I beg my lord to allow us brothers to go to a distant place for convenience." ”

Wang Jin was afraid that Wu Buhua's Chinese would be jerky, so he spoke very slowly. Unexpectedly, Wu Buhua is fluent in Northwest dialect.

"You want to tell me such a? Go far away, there is no food in the army, otherwise you will be cooked! "Wu Buhua is very impatient, he is hungry and cold, he doesn't want anyone to come over to annoy him, and he is not afraid that the two of them will run away, at least there is a way to live as a handyman here, if he runs away and takes it, he will definitely die, and the Han people are afraid of death!

"Yes, yes." Wang Jin nodded and bowed, with a flattering smile on his face, then turned around, slowly moved his steps, pretended to be very painful, and pulled Li Zhuzi, who had the same expression, and ran in the direction of Baojing.

After running for about a hundred meters, Wang Jin stopped, took off his pants, and squatted on the ground pretending. The eyes were fixed on the camp of the party members, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, the camp was also snow-white, most of them went into the tents to escape the cold, only a few patrol soldiers were talking about something by the campfire.

No one noticed the existence of the two of them at all, and the heavy snow turned the two of them white in a moment, merging with the heavens and the earth.

Wang Jin shouted "go" lightly, pulled up his pants, and ran away with Li Zhuzi.

The snow is very thick, and one foot can be over the ankles, and the two of them don't know how many falls along the way, Li Zhuzi's nose is blue and his face is swollen, and he is panting like a cow.

Zhang He stopped, took out the rags that had been prepared a long time ago, asked Li Zhuzi to take off his straw sandals, dry his feet with a cloth, and then wrapped them tightly. The first thing to do in snow survival is to keep your feet dry, otherwise you may not be able to keep them. Similarly, hands must be kept warm under clothing.

There is still leftover air-dried beef in his arms, and when he is thirsty, he can drink the snow water that has melted in the crockpot, Wang Jin is very confident, and it will not be a problem for the two of them to go to Baojing.