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"Woo ......" As the desolate horn sounded, the two sides who were still anxiously fighting slowly broke away from the battle with a tacit understanding, looking at the red glow that gradually disappeared in the sky, both the offensive and defensive sides knew that another day of jī battle was over. (The fastest update speed is in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)yueduwu.

"Bang!" With a dull crash, the attention of the soldiers who had just relaxed was focused on the place where the sound came from, but immediately they turned their necks again, for there stood their main general, Zhang Yi, the current assassin of the state, a very depressed general of the defeated army.

"What's the matter, Wende, we won't hold out for another day today, now the enemy's offensive strength outside the city has begun to show signs of weakening, so it's good to hear about this for a while, and then it's up to the reinforcements."

"I know this, but I'm always unwilling, in the past two days, as soon as I close my eyes, I can see the soldiers who were killed by those Xianbei Hu, and hear their cries for help in my ears. I can't forgive myself, forgive that incompetent self. ”

Zhang Yi didn't look back, he knew who the person who came, someone he didn't really want to see.

"Then please pay more attention to General Wende, those Hu people can't break our city during the day, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not come to disturb us at night or even make some big moves. General Wende is good at military affairs, and he should be able to arrange all of this. ”

"Humph!" Zhang Yi snorted coldly and then stopped speaking, and the other party seemed to feel a little bored, so he left here without saying goodbye, leaving only Zhang Yi who stood at the edge of the battlement with his back against the sunset like a sad statue.

No one bothered the new Lord Thorn of the Prefecture, nor did anyone remind him that it was time for dinner, for he had been like this since the defeat of the Lord of the Assassins and his retreat into the city. It was not that no one planned to take the opportunity to have a relationship with Lord Thorn or something, but without exception, all those people got was the humiliation of Lord Thorn. After a few times, everyone knew that this adult was in a very bad mood at this time, so don't disturb the idlers.

"How much grain and grass is there in the city, can it be sustained?"

The man who had also touched a nail at Zhang Yi's place just now stepped down on the city wall, and hurriedly asked the entourage who didn't know when he appeared behind him, and there was no calmness on the city wall between his brows, replaced by a trace of sorrow.

"Lord Taishou, because this year's harvest is not bad, so even if it is three meals a day, it can last for a long time, but because our soldiers are either recruits or inexperienced 'veterans', the casualties are very strict, and the consumption of military food is very large, if we continue to consume like this, I am afraid that we will only have to rely on the efforts of a few civilian officials after half a month at most. However, we don't have much Mystic Water and Mystic Wine stored here, and I'm afraid we won't be able to support long-term consumption. ”

It turned out that this person was Yan Mén Taishou Guo Yi. Because Zhang Yi is in charge of military work, he is now more logistically supporting the front line, which not only gives full play to his strengths, but also saves a lot of trouble.

It's just that Guo Yi's mood at this time is definitely not relaxed, because the situation of the Yīn Pavilion at this time is obviously not reassuring.

Originally, in the agricultural slack season, both the army and the common people were accustomed to two meals a day, that is, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, which could not only save food consumption, but also ensure that every grain eaten could play its due role instead of being converted into fat. However, with the start of the war, in order to ensure the health of the soldiers under the high-intensity battle, the meals were also increased from the original two meals a day to three meals a day. Although the food in the Yīn Pavilion could support the end of the war, what about after the war?

Zhang Yida can pat his ass and leave, but he Guo Yi also has to consider the livelihood of the people in the next year, Yan Mén as a border area is far less prosperous than the Central Plains, with the rise of Xianbei, the original border market has also been closed for a long time, how to make up for the food gap next year? Guo Yi has a headache about this.

Of course, there is also the problem of how to replenish the military rations that are rapidly consumed, the problem of replenishing the weapons and armor that have been lost, the problem of replenishing the equipment used to defend the city, the problem of the bereavement of soldiers and civilians who died in battle, and the problem of militia recruitment, and so on.

Therefore, Li Shushi is so lucky to have Cheng Yu, Liu Meng, Tong Yuan and so many low-level officials by his side, otherwise with Li Shushi, an otaku who can only play the Three Kingdoms, to do this, I'm afraid Xihe would have been a mess a long time ago.

The wind at night was bitter, and both the defenders staying on the walls of the city and the Xianbei people staying outside the city were all sitting around the towering fire, feeling the energy generated when the molecular chains were broken, and enjoying the greatest creation in human history.

However, the city of the Yīn Pavilion is calm, even a slightly heavier cough can be heard clearly, and the camp that has become a Xianbei people is much more lively, and the children of the grassland use the precious iron pot that they have snatched from the villagers, and the ròu soup that is boiling in the pot is constantly bursting out with the continuous penetration of the fire, and at the same time bringing out mouth-watering odor molecules, which diffuse the air and the best memories of human beings for food.

A bowl of cloudy wine, a piece of white ròu. As the heat contained in the wine and food drove away the cold in the body, the Xianbei people, who had finished a day's battle, regained the vitality and jī affection unique to the steppe people. There are constantly acquaintances who invite each other to come to the air for a corner that the steppe people like very much. There are also people who gather in groups of three or five to talk and laugh loudly, saying some true and false things from all over the world, which causes the listeners to marvel or laugh at each other. Those Xianbei people with artistic cells will not let go of such a good opportunity, or pick up the fire, or pick up the mustache and blow it, while others dance to the music and dance the unique dance of the Xianbei people. Of course, there are also some people who quietly look at the qiē in front of them, revel in their own space, and enjoy the peace of mind.

If it weren't for the fact that the soldiers who were still loyal to their duties were still doing their patrols, people might have the illusion that "this is an ordinary tribe of Xianbei people". Use joy to forget the pain of war, forget the sadness of returning to the hometown of relatives and friends, because the living environment on weekdays is already very difficult, if you are not optimistic, how can you have the courage to face the sun tomorrow? This is the wisdom of a nation's survival, and hope is nurtured in bitterness and helplessness.

However, a prerequisite for such a scenario is probably because the loss of these Xianbei people is not too large, so they are still in the mood to imagine a better future, rather than all good imaginations are crushed by heavy reality.

Gradually, the originally cheerful music gradually subsided, and the camp, which was still noisy, suddenly calmed down as if someone had given an order. The howling wind swayed the blazing bonfire, and the crackling sound of burning wood was clearly audible.

Suddenly, a low, gentle sound sounded in the silent night sky. Then, the voice of the deep yín singing could be faintly heard outside the camp of the Xianbei army. The low singing voice scattered with the wind in the quiet night sky, like a meandering stream, making the listener feel a kind of pathetic homesickness, looking up at the moon, the bright moon that was still holding the pipa and half-covering her face was contaminated with a cold feeling because of the singing. Inside the tent, against the backdrop of the flickering bonfire, everyone's face had a feeling of uncertainty.

"Is this the Xianbei people......

It was not only the Xianbei people who couldn't sleep either, but also a thin man standing at the head of the Yīn Pavilion City against the cold wind.

He had stood here since nightfall, and he was still standing here in the night. Because it had been like this for many days, the soldiers who had dissuaded him in the first place no longer bothered their saliva and merely prepared warm winter coats and cloaks for their adults and scattered far away to silently protect the man who had fallen into deep thought.

"Huh? Isn't this Guo Taishou? Is it still here? Come, would you like to have a drink with me here? ”

Because the person who came was already a little drunk, the voice was not very clear, but it was familiar. Guo Yi frowned slightly, after all, it is wartime, and not drinking alcohol during wartime can be said to be the most important prohibition in the army, although some people in this city are not under the jurisdiction of his Taishou, but such an irresponsible behavior still makes him feel unhappy.

"You...... It turned out to be Zhang Thorn History. You...... Forget it, I'll make an exception tonight and have a drink with you. ”

waited until the other party got closer, and Guo Yi found that the person who invited him to drink turned out to be Zhang Yi at this time. Zhang Yi's eyes were detached at this time, although his body did not shake, but his steps were frivolous, and he had obviously drunk a lot alone before meeting Guo Yi.

Seeing the other party's demeanor, the idea of originally planning to reprimand the other party for knowing the law and breaking the law as a guard general also dissipated a lot, Guo Yi knew that the impact of the defeat outside the city of the yīn pavilion on the other party was too great, so even now, when the situation has stabilized and entered the stalemate stage, he is still entangled in the shadow of that defeat.

So, Guo Yi finally decided to let go of the rules in his heart and conspire with the other party to get drunk, and to accompany the other party to indulge is also to indulge himself.

Guo Yi was actually just a child of a family born in Yangqu County, Taiyuan County, although he was also skilled in arching horses, but in the past, whether it was a study tour or a political career, he had never seen such a huge army, such a murderous enemy, and he had accumulated a lot of negative feelings in his heart so far. It's just for the sake of the lives of the soldiers and civilians in the city, he supports his body every day and uses his will to suppress the fear that originally lingered in his heart. Really, it's very hard.

Of course, Guo Yi felt that the most important reason for accompanying Zhang Yi to indulge was because after a few days of observation, he knew that Xianbei people should not take any action tonight, so he put his mind at ease and did something that seemed to be a little superfluous.

"However, when will the reinforcements arrive, so that the soldiers and civilians of the whole city can be less injured."

What Guo Yi didn't know was that in the mountains and forests northwest of Yīn Pavilion City, there was a hidden army like a fierce wolf that was ready to attack.

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