In the north courtyard of Wangzhuang Fort, there are only two defenders on the fort wall.
Before they could realize where the loud noise was coming from, they were shot by the border troops with bows and arrows and hid under the inner low wall.
One of them hunched over to report the news, but was shot over by Gao Xian with an arrow.
The other man dropped his bow and arrow and shouted surrender.
Then, they attacked the south courtyard from the two courtyard gates and the fortress walls on both sides.
Liu Chengzong did not participate in this simple battle.
He lost the ability to fight and ran back and forth in the deep courtyard of Wangzhuang Castle like a bull with a stab in the butt.
The sound of the Happy Bar exploding doubled in the closed cellar, making his ears hurt and his head buzzing.
This effect took a long time to gradually subside.
But after the smell of gunpowder in the mouth and nose subsided, it was replaced by a strangely sweet fragrance that pervaded everywhere.
Liu Chengzong felt that his body was shaken.
This worried him so much that he frantically wanted to escape from the smell and prove that he was not injured.
But the smell is everywhere and getting stronger and stronger.
Gao Xian came over with a knife in hand: "Lion, what are you doing in the back house? I can't find you anywhere. Do you smell the fragrance?"
"Broken."
Liu Chengzong couldn't understand the principle of this. It was so amazing: "Your nose was also blown up."
Gao Xian ignored the impact of the smell on him and said the battle was over.
The defenders were quite capable, but a little lacking in equipment, but they had been well-fed for a long time and well-trained, and several of them were wounded.
Manager Wangzhuang also has a strong will to fight.
He was shot in the heart by an arrow from Liu Chengzu. When he was dying, he warned the garrison general that he would fight to the end even if he died. No one else would survive if Wangzhuang was lost.
It is this sentence that brings too much pressure to people.
Before the steward even died, the garrison commander surrendered, and he was even stabbed on the neck, and received a certificate of surrender.
The people in charge are all dead. Even if they hold the fort, they will die. It is better to die later as thieves.
Cao Yao has reached an agreement with the two thieves outside, and they will keep 40% of the contents of the fort.
Liu Chengzong frowned when he heard this: "Brother Cao is still outside the fort?"
Gao Xian said it as it should: "Yes, it's at the bottom of the fort."
Liu Chengzong ignored him and stopped worrying about his nose, and ran to the fort.
Without saying a word, he asked someone to drop a rope, drew his bow and arrow, and shouted: "Whoever moves, shoot to death!"
Cao Yao was talking to someone down below. When he saw this, he immediately realized what was happening and turned back to grab the rope and climb up.
After a few clicks, he jumped from the high wall.
He held his sore buttocks, raised his hand and pointed around, his face full of distress: "Oh, you guys, what can I say to you, you don't know how to let me come up first!
What can I talk to them about down there?"
He is like a hostage down there, his wealth and life are in their hands, and he is not a talented person who can coordinate everything, so he can't negotiate any good terms.
As soon as he came up, Cao Yao was very powerful.
Holding on to the perforation, he shouted downwards: "Both of you, retreat to the south bank. I'll give each of you 10%. I will never break my promise!"
Five to six hundred people are blocked below, and it is difficult for them to leave. It is better to waste money and avoid disaster.
There are more than 40 rural soldiers with no combat experience on the mountain. They rely on them to transport food. During the fight, people died, and they were chased halfway through the transportation. If they lost or won, they would be compensated.
Whether you transport more or less food, you will make money.
This is the money to buy the road.
The same goes for the other way around. Although Cao Yao went up in a flash, he could still get some money and food, and the two groups of thieves below were also happy.
The three parties argued over each other across the Wangzhuang Fort, and finally settled on this, and then slowly retreated to the south of the river bank.
It wasn't until Wangzhuang Fort could not see a single thief within sight that the carnival of the border troops ushered in.
After the long hunger in Yuhe Fort, and the fear in Black Dragon Mountain.
They were like a group of beggars who had never seen the world, running in a fortress as large as a manor.
Expensive decorations can be seen everywhere here, and people are dazzled by the strange and bizarre utensils.
Someone wore a satin bijia as a cloak, and the crowd swaggered.
Even if others say it is a women's dress, they don't care. As long as it is a piece of cloth, it can block the mandarin duck jacket that has run out of cotton.
The soldiers rummaged through boxes and cabinets and found piles of gold and silverware.
He used a gold hairpin to make darts and a silver grate to catch head lice. He drank a lot of wine and even took off his clothes and lay down in a wooden barrel sprinkled with flower petals to peel off the thick skin on his body.
Many people gathered around the table in the nave in silence, with all eyes and attention focused on the table.
Between the jade Ruyi paperweight and the exquisite porcelain, there is a crystal hourglass with a little figure, crystal clear, and fine sand is slowly leaking downwards.
After waiting for a long time, the little wooden man next to the hourglass was triggered by the weight, and he swung his drumstick and hit a small cymbal drum with a thud, which made the soldiers laugh.
Mu Rener won a lot of applause for himself.
There are also people, including Tian Shoujing, the commander of the border army. He was born in an indomitable manner with no parents, no wife, and no children. He guarded the border for the imperial court for seven years and fought three battles with the northern barbarians. When he walked into this stable, he collapsed.
Crying like a child on the dirt floor.
For the first time, he knew that his ideal in life should not be to be the boss.
It should be a mule.
Wangzhuang’s mules eat better than Yuhebao’s army horses.
In Yuhe Fort, army horses eat better than people.
It was only then that Liu Chengzong knew that his nose was not broken.
Everyone can smell the rich sweet smell.
That smell is in Beishan, squeezing out from the cracks in the mountains and going straight into people's noses.
Walking into the cool cave passage, the smell finally became clearer and clearer on the tip of my nose.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the aroma of wine hits your face.
Countless amounts of grain were piled up on both sides of the gate, like an overwhelming mountain, crashing into Liu Chengzong's field of vision.
Under his feet, the putrid liquid fermented in a closed environment gathered into shallow puddles. When it was far away, it smelled of fragrance, but when it was close, it smelled like a stink.
Silk and satin, gold and silver jewelry.
It's not as good as when people starve to death like wheat in a drought. The old grain in the mountain cellar is not replaced with new grain, and the grain piled at the bottom is rotten.
The fighting Han soldiers who left the army in northern Xinjiang were stunned and no one could speak.
Liu Chengzong recalled for no reason that on the day when he was guarding the bandits in Black Dragon Mountain, Shiliu squatted beside the corpse that had eaten dirt and died, and poked it with a wooden stick, saying that his father's stomach was like this.
If you take out one thousandth, no, one ten thousandth from here, Sixteen’s father will not die even now.
"Here, how much food is there?"
Even Cao Yao, the wealthiest among the crowd, was unable to get an accurate number from this scale.
Others don’t have this ability.
No one has ever seen so much food, not even Liu Chengzong has another memory.
He took a deep breath, even his breathing was trembling.
He said he wanted to move, but he couldn't finish it, so he called hundreds of people outside to move.
"What kind of feudal lord can't leave even a grain of millet to those misers!"
The crowd cheered loudly, and their curses against the feudal lord and the world echoed in the deep mountain grain cellar.
The vast transport team lit torches, dispersed in three directions with Wangzhuang Fort as the center, and came back soon.
People used donkeys, mules, carts, and even carried bags of grain on their shoulders.
From night to dawn, from dawn to dusk.
Sleepless and forgetful of food and sleep, until the person is exhausted to death, carrying a grain bag and being knocked down heavily to the ground, with blood choking on the red loess, and he can no longer get up.
No one said a word, I can't move it.
This is not white rice and white noodles, not yellow rice and yellow noodles.
They are parents, children, aunts, brothers, uncles, aunts, and the lives of all living people.
He can move it, and as long as there is food, the soul of the dead will get up and continue moving.
When the last bag of grain was carried out from the mountains, Liu Chengzong's eyes were red and he was so sleepy that he might collapse at any time, but his spirit was extremely high.
The leaders of the two groups of thieves also had the same virtue. They stopped in front of their horses. One was gentle and the other had broad shoulders and long arms. They asked: "There is a lot of food and I can't take it back. What are you going to do?"
They were asked, and the four of them looked at each other. Liu Chengzong said: "It's hard for us to take them all back. We can throw some to the poor at night, and save every extra one."
The gentle leader raised his fists and asked, "May I ask if any of the leaders have their names? I'm going down to the sky. If something happens in the future, you can go to Nanjia Mountain to find me."
The other leader with broad shoulders and long arms had a strange look on his face. He looked at Chuang Taotian for a while before he clasped his fists and said, "Shoot Taotian below, I'm at the tiger's waist."
Now it was the turn of the four people to look complicated, and they had not thought of their respective names.
Moreover, the place mentioned by these two people is not far from Yan'an Fucheng, and it happens to be in a triangle with them, surrounding Fucheng.
But before they moved food, they always moved in the opposite direction.
They are very wary.
Cao Yao asked: "Whose name will be left?"
Liu Chengzong saw that none of the three people were interested, so he leaned over on his horse and said, "My name is Tiger General. It's hard to find us there. If something happens later, I'll look for you."
