"Woo..."

The low horn sound sounded, and the northern barbarians under the south city gate once again receded like the tide.

The defenders who had been fighting bravely with swords and guns a moment ago suddenly collapsed to the ground helplessly.

As soon as the drumming on the city wall stopped, the people of Jintian Mansion who had been waiting at the bottom of the city rushed to the top of the city with their bamboo baskets to comfort the soldiers guarding the city.

What was in the bamboo basket was not good wine or food.

Boiled hot eggs simmered in cotton cloth, rough sorghum rice steamed buns, thick steamed buns with wheat husks... there was no smell of meat at all.

But these are already the best food these poor people can produce.

They themselves are reluctant to eat.

The soldiers who collapsed on the ground took the food handed to them by the common people and ate it.

They are very tired.

They were so exhausted that they didn't want to eat at all. They just wanted to find a bed and sleep for three days and three nights.

But the northern barbarians would not give them any time to rest.

If you don’t eat it now, you won’t be able to eat it when the Northern Barbarians attack...

If you are unlucky, you will have no choice but to travel on an empty stomach.

The common people who came to work for the army looked at the unkempt and wolfing city defenders, and many of them had tears in their eyes.

What a good young man...

Why did the northern barbarians who were plagued by the plague insist on fighting to the death despite living a peaceful life?

Everyone is alive, right?

…

Zhang Chu took a large pot of water sent by a soldier from Xuanwu Hall, drank it all in one gulp, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Every round of siege was a torture for him.

His brain is filled with brain matter, not computer integrated circuits!

But he is using his brain as a computer!

Every time the Northern Barbarians attacked the city, he had to collect and process the battlefield information of each city gate in as detailed a manner as possible.

Mental overdraft is more uncomfortable than physical overdraft.

But he couldn't help it.

The life and death of more than 100,000 people in Jintian Mansion depend on his single thought!

He can't afford to lose!

You can only hold tight!

The situation at each city gate is now very bad.

There is not much left in the baggage reserves.

The last soldiers to throw themselves into the city had already been holding on to the city for two days.

Jintian Mansion is approaching its limit step by step...

Any tactical negligence may lead to the destruction of the city and the death of people!

…

He forced himself to stand up and patrolled the city surrounded by ten Xuanwu Hall soldiers.

The city defenders, who had just stuffed their stomachs with some food, were already taking the time to cuddle up and take a nap.

When many soldiers saw him coming, they struggled to stand up and salute him.

They are really too tired.

Zhang Chu waved his hands all the way to stop the soldiers who wanted to stand up and salute him, and walked north along the aisle.

He saw faces that were so tired that they were numb.

He saw long knives with sharpened edges.

He wanted to move these soldiers down to the top of the city and let them have a good sleep.

These soldiers are the last bones and blood of 13,000 people.

Everyone is a veteran.

Everyone is elite.

But they are exhausted now.

If it continues to be used up, it will not be as good as those new recruits.

Bringing veterans and elites into this low-intensity war of attrition is definitely what a qualified general should do.

Just give these soldiers one night.

Let them sleep peacefully for one night, and they will be full of energy and energy to fight the northern barbarians for another three days and three nights!

But Zhang Chu has no reserve team in his hands...

With a heavy heart, he continued to move forward.

After inspecting a section of the city wall, he suddenly saw a soldier sitting in the corridor with a dead body in his arms.

Beside him were food and water.

He didn't move.

He did not seize the opportunity to rest like other soldiers.

Zhang Chu could see no desire for life, no fear of death, or even sadness on his face...

He just sat blankly in the corridor, looking at the cloudy sky outside the city without focus.

The corpse in his arms had a dirty face, but it could still be vaguely seen that he was very young, in his early twenties at most. There was a ferocious bloody hole on his forehead, which should have been shot by an arrow.

His eyes were wide open, as if he didn't believe that he would die here.

Perhaps when everyone was born, he thought that he was the protagonist of this world, until he discovered that he was wrong, and he began to grow up.

This young soldier has no chance to grow up...

Zhang Chufang walked lightly, walked over slowly, bent down and gently helped the young soldier close his eyes.

The soldier holding the corpse always had a dull look on his face, and he didn't seem to notice Zhang Chu.

"Who is he to you?"

Zhang Chu spoke.

The soldier holding the corpse finally came to his senses.

He raised his head and glanced at Zhang Chu. His eyes were neither flattered nor panicked.

"He is my brother."

He replied nervously.

Zhang Chu looked into his empty eyes and knew that he was afraid that he might have a death wish in his heart.

A person who is no longer afraid of death will naturally no longer be afraid of power.

Zhang Chu sat down next to him and asked in a casual tone: "Is there anyone else at home?"

"Gone."

The soldier holding the corpse shook his head blankly, "My father is dead, my mother is dead, and my brother and I are the only ones left."

Zhang Chu was silent.

If it were him, I'm afraid he wouldn't want to live anymore.

After a long while, he said softly: "You can choose to die. It's not difficult."

"When the Northern Barbarian bastards attack again, you can pick up a Northern Barbarian bastard and jump down from here, and it will be over. When the battle is over, I will find a geomantic treasure land for you two brothers, and bury you two richly.

"

"You can also choose to live on, take your father, your mother, and your brother's share to live well, and survive no matter how hard it is!"

"I know this can be hard..."

"But you can eat for them the good food they have never had, drink the good wine they have never had, and live in a big house for them."

"If you can get ahead, you can marry an aunt with ten or eight bedrooms, give birth to twenty or thirty little bastards, and continue to pass on the bloodline passed down by your parents to you and your younger brother."

He spoke slowly to himself, and more and more soldiers opened their eyes and listened quietly.

"Brother, there is no one in your family anymore. If you are gone, no one in this world will remember your parents, you and your brother."

"As long as you are alive, your family can continue..."

"Having said that, you have to think carefully about your choice!"

After saying that, he stood up and patted the soldier's shoulder gently, and continued to patrol the city.

However, before he could inspect the entire southern city wall, the deep and distant horn sound of the northern barbarians could be heard again.
Chapter completed!