On the tenth day of the lunar month, it is cold.

The moonlight is like a hook, the north wind is like a knife, and the cold snow is like an arrow.

On the border of Qi country, under the city of Tunliu,

The army of Qi surrounded this small city like an iron bucket, trying to recover this city that was related to the face of Qi.

The murderous aura on the battlefield made every soldier defending the city deeply uneasy.

In the city, only more than 1,000 Tang troops remained to defend the city.

Qin Yu, as a centurion of the Tang Army, led his troops to guard the south gate of Tunliu City.

On the city wall, Qin Yu and a group of soldiers were lying on the head of the city, all of them with sallow faces from hunger, and their eyes were staring at the stars blankly.

The city has long been out of food, and the days of hard fighting have made their broken armor stained red with dried blood, and the sword body full of gaps has long lost its bronze luster and has been discarded at will.

"Centurion, can we go back for the New Year?" The soldier beside him asked weakly.

"If you live, you can go back." Qin Yu was so hungry that he didn't want to speak, but he still responded to the soldier hard.

He was a graduating medical student who played all night in the dormitory, but as soon as he fell asleep, he crossed over here and possessed an unlucky ghost who had starved to death.

From the memory of this unlucky ghost, Qin Yu learned that this is a different world similar to the Warring States Period, the world is divided into seven points, and there are more wars.

Among the seven heroes in the world, the two countries of Tang and Qi have been fighting fiercely for two years, attacking each other and plundering each other, all of which are the end of strong crossbows.

Three months ago, the Tang army captured Tunliu, and the original owner was ordered to guard it with the commander.

However, no one thought that the battle for this small city would become a face-saving battle between Qi and Tang.

Because the tunliu is located in the territory of Qi State, the Tang army has no reinforcement supply, let alone grain and grass supply, and has become a chess piece abandoned for face.

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"It's time to eat!"

The voice of the Firehead shook everyone's heart.

Everyone struggled to get up with hungry eyes, and faltered like zombies rushing to the scattered food.

Qin Yu's face was full of bitterness, two days ago he was eating hot pot and singing, but now he can only eat rat soup to survive.

The taste of the soup is indescribable, it is just the gutter water mixed with oil, it is uncomfortable to eat, and if you don't eat it, you will starve to death.

In order not to starve to death, Qin Yu got up with difficulty and walked tremblingly towards the pot of blackened soup.

As soon as I got closer, a disgusting smell came to my nose, but my stomach rumbled uncontrollably.

There are two hairy rat skins floating on the soup, and as the spoon stirs in the soup, the mouse skins also swim up and down in the soup.

"Centurion, I've got some meat for you." Huotoujun served Qin Yu a bowl of soup, and fished up a piece of thumb-sized rat meat from the bottom.

Qin Yu was so hungry that he couldn't speak, so he could only cast a grateful look.

I found a random spot and sat down on the ground helplessly.

As soon as he wanted to take a sip of soup, he saw the soldier opposite take out a piece of mouse skin from the bowl, stuff it into his mouth and chew it vigorously.

Seeing this scene, Qin Yu only felt the acid water in his stomach gushing, and he couldn't stop retching.

At this time, a strong man in a cloth coat walked up to the city with several people.

These people were full of red light, and they walked vigorously.

"Hurry up, everyone! These are the few remaining rats that General Ben and his people have managed to catch from the city! ”

This strong man is their commander Lin Yue, if he hadn't ordered him to stay in the tun before, he wouldn't have been trapped here.

"Commander, when will we get food and grass supplies?" A gray-haired veteran looked at Lin Yue.

Lin Yue's eyelids jumped, and then he grinned, "Now that the war has eased, the problem of grain and grass will be solved soon!" General Ben will send people to break through the enemy blockade to urge! ”

Lin Yue's words undoubtedly gave everyone a shot in the arm and gave everyone a glimmer of hope.

But only Qin Yu knew where the grain and grass came from, it was just a trick to stabilize the army's heart.

Lin Yue was also afraid of revealing the stuffing, so he told everyone to guard the city gate, so he led people to hurry down the city.

Qin Yu sighed, looked at the soup in the bowl, closed his eyes with his heart, and drank it with a grunt, not even daring to chew the rat meat.

"Gott~"

But the taste in his mouth almost made Qin Yu spit it out.

"Ding-dong! Crossing the integrated system binding, please wait..."

Qin Yu's face froze, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Finally! The must-have golden finger of the traverser has appeared! There is salvation!

It's just that this damn system came too late, and I don't know if it will help the current situation.

A white page appeared in front of Qin Yu.

[Host: Qin Yu]

[Reputation: 50]

[Warehouse: 2]

[Limited to the host's current situation, the system will give basic materials: big white steamed buns, soy milk, unlimited, no cooldown time.] 】

[Note: Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. 】

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Qin Yu didn't look at the introduction at the back of the system, and Qin Yu only had big white steamed buns in his eyes.

With the big white steamed buns, there is no need to eat rats and gnaw on the bark.

Qin Yu got up with difficulty, planning to find a place where no one was there to take out the steamed buns, and take a few bites first.

Suddenly, the sound of the gates opening sounded under the city walls.

Qin Yu had a bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly stretched out his head to look down.

I saw Lin Yue, the commander of the thousand, wearing makeup, taking a few of his subordinates, carrying large bags and small bags, riding out of the city on a fast horse, and soon disappeared into the wilderness outside the city.

"Centurion, Centurion, are they going to go and urge food in person?" A soldier smaller than Qin Yu asked.

Qin Yu smiled bitterly, urging a fart of food and grass, he clearly left us and fled, as for whether to directly join the enemy or be lucky, thinking that he could survive secretly, Qin Yu no longer had the strength to think about it.

At the beginning, I thought that there was something wrong with this Lin Yue, but I didn't expect this guy to be so shameless, so he left everyone and ran away by himself.

Fortunately, there is a system now, otherwise even if you don't die in battle, you will starve to death here.

Qin Yu walked down the city wall with difficulty, took out the steamed buns and cushioned them, finally had some strength, and then came to the warehouse where the grain and grass were stored before......

When Qin Yu returned to the city wall again, he knocked on the city wall with his sword and shouted, "I know where there is food!" ”

Everyone looked at Qin Yu in unison, their eyes were full of blankness, what did they eat? Is there really anything to eat?

"I want to eat steamed buns! Follow me! Qin Yu held on to the city wall and staggered down

The crowd hesitated a little and followed, and now as long as there was food, any of them could believe it.

Qin Yu led the crowd like hungry wolves and walked towards the warehouse.

The warehouse was in tatters, the wooden doors had long since rotted, and the roof was broken with holes in the walls, which seemed to be ready to collapse at any moment in the next wind and rain.

As soon as everyone followed into the warehouse, they saw the steaming white steamed buns in the bamboo basket.

"Steamed bread, steamed bread!"

"Is this really a steamed bun? Centurion, is this true? ”

The soldiers looked at Qin Yu's eyes, they were already red, and their whole bodies trembled with excitement.

Qin Yu stepped forward and picked up a bun, and everyone's eyes moved with the steamed bun, constantly swallowing saliva.

Qin Yu said to everyone: "Brothers! Don't ask! Don't say more! Everyone has the steamed buns here! Open to eat! ”

Qin Yu stepped aside, and everyone looked at each other.

"Come and eat steamed buns!" Qin Yu shouted, and the next moment everyone pounced like hungry wolves, and the bamboo basket containing steamed buns was torn to pieces.

No one cares if the steamed bun falls on the ground and gets dusty, and no one cares if someone steps on it, so he picks it up and stuffs it into his mouth.

"Oh my God! This is a fine noodle steamed bun that only the aristocratic lord can afford! ”

"It's so delicious! It's so delicious! I didn't expect us to have a day when we ate fine noodles and steamed buns! ”

"yes, yes! Not only do you not have to eat mice, but you can also eat such a good steamed bun! ”

"Don't mention the rats, I want to throw up when I think about it now! If I spit it out, I won't be able to kick you! ”

It wasn't enough for someone to stuff one or two steamed buns into their mouths, so they continued to stuff steamed buns into their mouths.

"Don't waste it! Who wastes it! There will be no steamed buns to eat tomorrow! Qin Yu instructed on the side.

"Can't be wasted! Can't be wasted! ”

"Don't rob it! Leave some for the centurion! A veteran snatched out two steamed buns, ran to Qin Yu and handed them to Qin Yu.

"Centurion, you eat too." The veteran was still biting two steamed buns in his mouth, and his face was full of flattery.

"Lao Huang, you eat it yourself, I have it." Qin Yu took out two steamed buns from his arms.