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Chapter 432 The beginning of a legend (two chapters in one)

It was night, on the top of Cooking Bread Mountain, about 08:30 in the evening.

"Let me tell you, before cooking horse meat, it must be soaked in cold water for an hour or two, and the water must be changed several times during this period.

In this way, the horse meat cooked later will not have those messy tastes. "

The New Oriental cook was waving a spoon in his hand, and Fan Zhu, a rookie, was yelling in his mouth, with the appearance and posture of a chef.

Beside him, another rookie, Ba Long, who was known as a good spatula, didn't speak, but his hands didn't stop at all.

Pick and choose among some spices carried by Huang Yizhi, and choose the materials you need.

This is his secret recipe that he will put into horse meat and stew together later.

What needs to be explained is that during such a process, the faces of the two rookies both had an indescribably relieved sense of relief.

To be more precise, there are more than 200 people on the entire mountain today, and there is such a relaxed feeling on the faces of both men and women.

In fact, it is very normal for such a scene to occur.

Since the sky darkened, the exhausted Jin soldiers at the foot of the mountain had no plans to continue attacking in the dark night, which finally calmed down the small battlefield that had been fighting fiercely for most of the day.

It can also allow these unlucky people on the mountain to have a good rest.

Even in this process, everyone can see clearly as long as they walk a few steps.

At the bottom of the mountain where they couldn't shoot with their bows and arrows, many golden soldiers were busy leveling the field, and collecting the surrounding big rocks along the way.

One can tell by looking at this posture.

These people were preparing for the erection of trebuchets. Seeing that they were unable to attack the mountain during the day, Jin Bing planned to hit them with big stones.

But the question is, so what?

Not to mention that at this time, they have dug enough holes in the reverse slope and reinforced it with logs a little.

As long as you hide in, you don't have to worry about being covered by the stone firepower of the trebuchet.

The key is that according to their plan, they will sneak away after two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Bind some wooden rafts with logs, load their armor, weapons, and wounded, and people hold the logs and go down the river, drifting for twenty or thirty miles before considering where to go ashore.

In a word, grandpa won't play with you anymore.

At that time, don't say that Jinbing only uses trebuchets, even if they use modern artillery, they are not afraid.

As for before two o'clock, of course, piles of bonfires were set up with the felled branches and leaves; after all, human beings are in the wild, and setting up bonfires is the best way to relax and stabilize emotions.

In addition, when a horse was covered by the rain of arrows from the golden soldiers in the previous time, the horse was tied to a tree stump and hit more than [-] arrows, and was shot to death.

It happened to be bloodletting, skinning, and flesh cutting.

Then let Fan Zhu and Ba Long show off their skills in a lively way.

That war horse was about 1.4 meters tall at the shoulder and weighed about 400 kilograms. After removing the bones and other inedible parts, the remaining meat and internal organs were enough for everyone to have a good meal and fill their stomachs before moving.

For all kinds of water, just go down from the reverse slope facing the water to the shore, and just lift it back.

Anyway, the warehouse manager who claims to have 2.0 eyesight and absolutely no night blindness is now lying on the edge of the mountain with seven men.

Everyone doesn't have to worry about the golden soldiers sneaking up on them at night, they can rest assured.

In short, with a plan of escape, a warm fire, and a stew being simmered in a cauldron and clay pots, a meaty supper had begun.

For a while, even those women had smiles on their faces...

After wandering around the wounded soldiers resettlement area on the reverse slope, after making sure that all the wounded had been dealt with, Hu Biao finally returned to the fire.

While smoking happily, watching Ba Long and Fan Zhu busy with their work, he had such a feeling in his heart that the Xuan Ge Camp team finally had the surprise of being a serious cook.

It's just that during this process, I always feel like I've overlooked something.

After a while, he slapped his head first and then yelled in his mouth:

"What the hell! Dude, I'm still young and strong, but this brain is always easy to forget things, even Maode Diji.

I don't know what to eat to replenish my brain, otherwise how can I continue like this? "

In the following time, he asked everyone in the team around him: "Who of you knows how Maode Diji is doing now?"

The other veterans of the team are obviously more reliable than their deadly street commanders.

After hearing the words, Xu Feng gave the answer without thinking:
"I was drunk and carried up the mountain before, and woke up early after so long, but she is the daughter of the emperor, and she has never suffered much since she was a child.

When this kind of thing happened suddenly, I couldn't react psychologically, and now I hid there and cried; but the imperial concubine is watching her, so it should be fine. "

After hearing such a sentence, Hu Biao immediately let go of the last worry in his heart.

In the following time, when Baron threw some spices wrapped in clean sackcloth into cauldrons and clay pots, the sensual meaty aroma became even more overbearing.

It's just that the meat of horse meat is too hard, and if it is not cooked for enough time, it will become mushy, and it is really hard to chew.

He could only continue to wait patiently until it was nearly 10 o'clock when Fan Zhu took a chopstick and stuck it into one of the horse meat.

After inserting the chopsticks easily, Fan Zhu nodded his head.

Seeing this, Hu Biao, who was thinking about the lack of bowls and chopsticks, rinsed the helmet a little with himself, and was ready to start the bucket with soup and water.

The warehouse manager's voice was full of horror:

"Old Hu, hurry up and take a look, something serious has happened."

Even if he knew that no matter what happened, it actually had nothing to do with the innocent warehouse manager. It's a pity that when Mao heard such a sentence, Hu Biao wanted to kick the warehouse manager so much...

It's true that something happened, and it's still something that makes people almost desperate.

Putting the helmet on his head again, Hu Biao ran to the edge of the mountain, and could clearly see many fire lights in the large area below the mountain.

Not only is there a long convoy with torches, dragging some trebuchets and stones, approaching here.

What's more terrible is that there are still many archers holding torches, and they are marching towards the upper and lower reaches of the river close to the pancake mountain.

Even in their queue, there are some small trebuchets.

Seeing such a scene, Hu Biao knew that their plan to sneak away in the middle of the night was completely useless.

Because that river is still in the dry season, and the river channel is only five to sixty meters wide. As long as the Jinbing archers stand on the bank, they can easily shoot to the other bank.

For targets in the middle of the river, the threat is naturally greater.

Not to mention the existence of the trebuchet, as long as a stone hits, their raft can be smashed and smashed.

Of course, Hu Biao and the others could also dive away, and even the original plan was like this, and it was not until later that they turned into rafting.

The main reason is that if they leave after diving, they will not be able to take away their heavy armor, weapons, and mountaineering bags.

Without these equipments, they are like toothless tigers, and their combat effectiveness has dropped drastically.

More importantly, among the more than 200 people on the mountain, the number of people who can dive away with a hollow straw tube in their mouths is quite limited.

At least all the wounded and most of the women couldn't do it. I and a group of netizens can really harden their hearts and leave them behind.

After thinking of all the above, a group of netizens looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling extremely hopeless in their hearts.

Er Fatty cursed even more: "What the hell! How did things turn out like this?"

The reason why things became like this, of course, was the existence of Wanyan Loushi who knew them better and was more afraid of them.

The [-] infantry attacked for most of the day, and under the situation that more than half of the casualties were fruitless, they naturally reported this situation to the leader Wanyan Zongwang and others.

After hearing that a group of Song people on the mountain actually raised the battle flag of 'Xuan Ge Camp'.

Wanyan Loushi was immediately excited, and even had an inexplicable intuition that Hu Yitong, who he wished to eat raw, was now on the mountain of pancakes.

Immediately, he couldn't care less about being a mascot in the army in the past.

To Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Xiyin, who strongly advocate and advise, the Song people on the mountain must not be underestimated, and they must be brought down early to avoid any changes.

In my heart, I have long looked down upon Wanyan Loushi.

After hearing the words, I was a little hesitant about some of these suggestions.

But he agreed on the surface, and after dawdling for a while, he sent some archers to guard the upper and lower reaches of the river. Once they found any traces of people, they would be shot to death with random arrows.

Trebuchet hello if necessary...

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The stewed horse meat and internal organs were finally distributed to everyone, and the taste was as delicious as Ba Long and Fan Zhu claimed at first.

But as soon as everyone thought about it, they would be trapped in this square inch of the Pancake Mountain from now on.

After eating such a delicacy in the mouth, it immediately feels like chewing wax; it is just sent into the mouth mechanically, trying to fill the stomach.

They ate the horse meat in silence, and after drinking the oily broth, no one was interested in talking.

There were even quite a few women who couldn't bear such a blow and began to sob softly; after a while, the sobs became one piece.

Compared with the atmosphere not long ago, when everyone was still full of smiling faces, it was extremely aggrieved.

Like a chimney of a factory that is in mass production, Hu Biao kept smoking, and soon the ground in front of him was covered with cigarette butts.

The direction in front of him is the most prosperous city in the world: Kaifeng City.

Even after experiencing a humiliating war, the city has long since lost its original prosperity.

But from the height and angle of Hu Biao and others, one can still see how huge such a city with a population of over one million is illuminated by many looming lights.

There are many continuous yards and pavilions among them, and the people who lived in it had such a beautiful life in the past.

Especially even at present, it seems that there are still several brightly lit buildings. Looking at it from the Cooking Bread Mountain on such a dark night, it is really as magnificent as the Qionglou Yuyu in the sky.

What the hell!In the last mission, Hu Biao wanted to come to Kaifeng countless times to see what the world's largest city looks like.

But I never expected to see it under the current situation.

"Liu An, you can be regarded as the leader of Kaifeng City. What are those places that seem to be so prosperous?" In the end, Hu Biao broke the calm of the scene with such a sentence.

Hearing this man in front of him who had a gold seal on his face, but he was really a good man, the leader of the bandit army questioned him.

Liu An, the captive in front of the Kaifeng mansion with a large circle of gauze wrapped around his head, immediately cheered up, but after a few glances towards the city, he had the answer in his heart.

He answered in his mouth, with a taste of family treasures:

"The one on the left is Daxiangguo Temple, where there are many temples, pavilions, and monks. There are as many as 64 temples and law schools alone.

Every year on the birthday of the official family, all civil and military officials would go there to set up a dojo to celebrate their birthdays.

The titles of the new Jinshi of each subject will also be engraved in stone; every New Year's day, the masters will set up a water and land temple to pray for the world, which is very lively.

Since I was a child, I have been going there many times every day, praying for the two families..."

When he said this, the expression on Liu An's face was very complicated, and he couldn't continue his words; perhaps he thought that with his current situation, he might not be able to go to Daxiangguo Temple.

Fortunately, there was another woman's voice next to her, and she continued to introduce.

It was a woman with delicate facial features, full of tiredness:

"A little bit next to the Daxiangguo Temple is the most prosperous Maxing Street in Kaifeng; it starts from Tushizi on Panlou Street in the south and ends at Xinfengqiu Gate in the outer city in the north. It is about 30 miles long.

The largest Xinglelou in Kaifeng, as well as numerous wine shops and washhouses, are also mostly on this street; in the past, our sisters were despised in this business, but our lives were quite relaxed.

It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to those buildings singing and dancing in this life, can you hear the applause from the whole hall? "

Perhaps in such a dead night, the above introduction has aroused the nostalgia of many local aborigines, and it may not be so good for the past.

But it is stable enough to not live a life of being slaughtered like pigs and dogs now.

In the following time, one voice after another began to sound.

That was the other kabuki dancers, musicians and yamen servants, who introduced to Hu Biao and the other travelers in Kaifeng City one after another places that left deep memories for them.

In such simple, but full of emotional words.

A prosperous, safe Kaifeng city, like a paradise on earth, gradually overlapped with the dark city before Hu Biao and others.

It's just that Hu Biao and the others know that everything can't go back.

Even if there is no miracle, everything in front of him will be even more damaged.

For example, the famous Daxiangguo Temple will be looted and destroyed once before Jin Bing leaves; the wine shops and washhouses in Maxing Street will be looted and the houses will be set on fire. Lose.

In the end, such a city will be completely destroyed.

After thinking about these things, Hu Biao felt extremely depressed; and then this kind of depression, as well as the depression that he couldn't get rid of successfully, made him make a decision after gritting his teeth.

Turning around, he said loudly to everyone: "Since we can't withdraw, we don't withdraw at all.

We didn't go anywhere, so we were nailed to death on this mountain of cooking cakes; if we want to kill us here, let the golden soldiers pile up the bones as high as the top of the mountain.

It's also good to let the previous officials in the city, the ministers of the imperial court, and the soldiers and civilians know that as long as they are willing to fight with their lives, the Jin people are nothing more than that.

You will die if you shoot it, you will die if you stab it with a knife, and you will die if you cut off the head. "

Listening to such a sentence, a group of Kaifeng natives who were originally emotionally agitated to the extreme.

They all went all out, shouting in their mouths: "That's fine, these golden men are not superficial, let them know how powerful we are.

How to act next, but according to the orders of Deputy Commander Hu. "

Deputy Commander, that was the identity of Hu Biao when he was Hu Xuanzan, and he has long since disappeared after he became a thief; but in order to show respect in his heart, after learning about some situations, these people still call him Sipu street.

"Good, great good~"

After hearing the words, Hu Biao first expressed his admiration to everyone, and then said a command that surprised the natives:
"Shen Kuo Cunzhong's 'Song of Triumph', will you sing it later? Since you can sing it, let's play the drums and let the soldiers and civilians in the city and the golden men at the foot of the mountain listen to our heroic spirit~"

Such an order, although a bit strange.

However, Hu Biao led his group of mobs during the day and killed so many incomparable golden men, his prestige has long since come up.

Although the natives were a little puzzled, they still followed suit.

The musicians played various musical instruments that were not thrown away when fleeing for their lives, and a group of kabuki dancers sang loudly one of the "victorious songs" originated from Shen Kuo when he led the Western Army to fight Xixia. tracks.

Suddenly, a high-pitched female chorus sang, and the heroic singing sounded far away.

It was reported to the Jin soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and to the Kaifeng city more than two miles away:
"Take the twelve prefectures of Shanxi first, and other elements will attack the Yatou. Looking back at Qinsai, which is as low as a horse, and gradually seeing the Yellow River flowing straight north. Tianwei swept across the Yellow River, and thousands of Qiang people performed Han songs..."

After singing several times in a row, many kabuki dancers sang some of the usual songs.

It's just that under the current environment, such a singing voice that was originally full of melodious sounds is full of some different flavors.

Like a sharp knife, it pierced the hearts of Song people who heard the singing.

Even they themselves sang with tears streaming down their faces.

Such a scene fell in front of the eyes of many netizens. After thinking of something, their heads suddenly trembled, and they faintly saw the meaning of Hu Biao's tossing around:

Two miles away is Kaifeng City, the most prosperous city in the world.

The city still retains some traces of the prosperity of the past, and outside the city is a small-scale but extremely tragic war under the watchful eyes of millions of people.

What the hell!Isn't this the same as the famous "Battle of the Four Lines Warehouse" on the Songhu battlefield of World War II?

The question is, can they use this method to arouse the blood of the soldiers and civilians in the city, and thus bring about some changes?

None of them is sure about this point; but things have come to this point, so let's stick to it, hoping for a miracle to happen.

What they didn't know was that it was such a decision that started a legendary story...

(End of this chapter)