Laba is a very special day. It is the beginning of the year when the Central Plains people prepare for the New Year. There are two customs in the north and the south.

On the Laba Day in the south, Laba porridge is cooked. It is made from barley, rice, millet, red dates, lotus seeds, longan, black beans and other beans. It is called Laba porridge. In fact, it was originally thought up because there was not much rice at home.

This eating method of mixing various kinds of rice together to relieve hunger gradually spread.

In the north, it is simpler. Due to land problems, there are fewer types of food grown in the north, so they only make yellow rice. Making yellow rice is relatively simple, just soak the yellow rice the night before and add black beans.

It will become more sticky as it cooks, then bring it to a suitable temperature, sprinkle with sugar on top, and eat along with it.

Most of them had already thought about it. The yellow rice had been soaked the night before. When the soldiers below saw the hot yellow rice, some of them couldn't help but wipe away tears. They didn't know why.

What exactly is it.

There are veterans among these three thousand people, and naturally there are also new recruits who have just arrived. At this time, Daliang has already mastered civility and military skills, and there is no training and adaptation period for these recruits. They all look very immature, and some even look at themselves.

Those who were about to starve to death and turned directly from begging to join the army had fewer opportunities to eat.

"Don't!" Old Man Zhang got excited and shouted.

Seeing that Lao Liu had just filled up the steaming yellow rice and was about to eat it, his drink made the people around him alert. Lao Liu's mouthful of rice was blocked by the people around him.

A pair of chopsticks were held down. Everyone who saw them shook their heads and came up to persuade them to wait and not to worry. Since this meal is enough for today, why do you need to wolf it down like this?

"I've probably been hungry for a long time. That's why I'm like this. Everyone, please wake up. The yellow rice is very hot right after it comes out of the pot. How can you open your mouth and eat it? What will you do if your stomach is cooked by then?"

At this point, they all woke up, and nothing like what happened just now happened. However, in a blink of an eye, Old Man Zhang inadvertently saw a motionless person in the corner who didn't know what he was thinking, so he walked over there with a bowl in hand, and met

The people in the corner sat down together.

"Why don't you eat?" Old Man Zhang looked at the young boy in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little pity, so he asked gently.

The young man was small. He was probably brought here because he didn't have enough food to eat at home. He was also thin and frail. His face was not as big as his weather-beaten hands. He looked like a timid and obedient man.

After getting the rice, I didn’t do anything else. I just ran around and looked at the yellow rice in the bowl, fascinated.

He heard the veteran who had just come over talking to him, so he raised his head, took a sip and said, "Master, I'm scared."

What he said was cryptic, but who could not know what it meant? Everyone knows that there is not enough food in the warehouse after being hungry for so many days. At such a time, having to cook a meal of yellow rice is not enough.

Are you ready to go on the road? Under such circumstances, they were happy and uncomfortable while eating. This child looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, how could he not be like this?

"Baby, what are you afraid of? Look at Dongyu Pass, which is so high. You can forget about it at a glance. There are your mother and brothers there. They are all living well. It's okay if we can see it. Don't be a coward.

Okay, don't be afraid even if the knife is held to your neck. We are protecting the people we want to protect, and we are heroes!" He patted the child who was still in a depressed mood, and then smiled and took the chopsticks placed on the bowl.

He stood up, stuffed it into the young man's hand, and gestured.

The young man was patted, but there was still confusion in his eyes. However, when he saw the food in the bowl in front of him that was no longer so hot, he clenched the chopsticks in his hand, took a bite, put it in his mouth and smiled. As for that in his eyes

The confusion seems to be unsolvable.

As for the yellow rice, everyone in the army can eat it today, including Fei Ling and Ji Changying.

"That white sugar is too precious, so it was only given to the soldiers below, and we just had to make do with it." Fei Ling walked into Ji Changying's tent with the yellow rice that had just been served.

Holding the bowl outward, his voice changed from the tight and hoarse tone of the previous few days and became much gentler.

Ji Changying was stunned for a moment when she saw the bowls and chopsticks he took out. She thought of what she had done in the past and laughed.

"I don't like sweets either, so I don't need to worry about this." Ji Changying put down the sword she had been cleaning just now, and then walked towards the table. It seemed that she wanted to eat directly, but didn't want to be eaten.

Fei Ling was slapped, and he looked up at Fei Ling in confusion. He thought that he had never provoked this old antique in recent times, and he was just talking and laughing. What song was he singing?

Big drama everywhere.

When Fei Ling saw Ji Changying's confused look, he shook his head. He had been having this problem since he was a child anyway, and he didn't know when it would change. So he reminded him: "I just touched the sword and went to wash my hands.

Even those who have blood on their swords don’t think about it and don’t shy away from it.”

Logically speaking, the last time the sword was stained with blood was more than a month ago, so even if Ji Changying touched it, it would be fine. But today, Laba felt a bit conflicted about it, so Fei Ling frowned. Ji Changying heard this

After saying this, he waved his hands, turned around and washed his hands before sitting back down.

"I remember when I was a kid, you didn't like eating this kind of thing the most. You would get angry every time it was served. Occasionally, your uncle would come up and beat you up before you stopped." Fei Ling watched Ji Changying sit down.

When he got down, he joked before moving his chopsticks.

Ji Changying laughed. He really didn't like this kind of sticky stuff. Every time he brought it to the table and took a bite, the sticky chopsticks were all over the bowl. He couldn't pull it off or pull it off, like it was bound by a spider web.

Normally, it would annoy him a lot, but now he is used to it, and he still thinks about it when he doesn't eat it.

The two of them always didn't like to talk when they were eating. This meal was quiet, but only the two of them understood the feelings involved. Over the years, the two of them had quarreled and scolded each other for being stubborn, but in the end

Even though they were together, they were still by their side, and they have been here for the rest of their lives. When I think about this young man looking back on this life, he always feels that it is still in front of him, as if it was yesterday.

The ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the twenty-first year of Kangping

Sure enough, all the troops of the Beiyi people arrived at the city. Seeing the crowds of people, Fei Ling and Ji Changying, together with several generals and three thousand soldiers, knew that there was no way to escape and they had to fight.

"Even if I die, I still have to block this city gate."

I don’t know who said this first, and then more and more people began to repeat it, with such a loud voice that the Beiyi soldiers who were banging against the city gate with wooden sticks were so shocked that their hearts turned. Even their hands were shaken.

His movements were much slower and lighter.

Ji Changying and Fei Ling did not rest after eating last night. Instead, they took people to carry buckets of water to the top of the city tower and poured water from top to bottom. They found that the city wall was also covered with ice and ice.

I couldn't even get up the ladder, and the ice surface was shining with light under the sun, which hurt people's eyes.

Unable to set up a ladder or use an eagle hook, they had no choice but to forcefully enter through the main door. The wood hit the door and shook the door bolts inside. Ji Changying and the others were already leading soldiers.

Blocked in front of the door, I have already made a precaution to kill every one who comes in. Even the corpses will only be in this small area. I don't believe that this mountain of corpses can't block the entrance.

As soon as the door was opened, before the people from the Beiyi tribe could react, a spear came towards the front door, stabbing the person out again, but it only stopped at the closing door.

Because Ji Changying had given them careful instructions early in the morning, they would stay here without advancing or retreating, and they were not allowed to take a step back even if they died.

The one in front fell down, and the people behind were relying on the corpses of the people in front of them as a barrier. There were more and more corpses, getting higher and higher. Even the people from the Bei tribe on the opposite side felt the terror of these soldiers in Daliang. Some of them

It has begun to retreat slowly.

The little boy yesterday was so small that when he stood in front of the enemy, he could not stand up to half the size of the knife. When the long knife slashed at him, he was stunned for a moment and did not even move away. When he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt the pain on his face.

The last piece was warm and smelled of rust. It turned out that the grandfather who stood in front of him yesterday had fallen down with a smile on his face.

I don't know if it was because this scene stimulated him, so he directly raised the long knife in front of him and rushed towards the enemy who had just slashed at him in front of him. This knife penetrated deeply, but it also injured the enemy a thousand times.

He suffered eight thousand losses and never stood up again. At the age of twelve or thirteen, he knew nothing, but fell to the ground forever. There is always confusion. I wonder if my mother who is far away in my hometown is there now.

I'm leading my brother to buy New Year's goods. My sister won't be hungry this year, right?

More and more people fell down, and Fei Ling was stabbed by someone without checking. In such a gap, dozens of spears stabbed at him and Ji Changying, and then Chang Ying.

The knife entered together.

What does death feel like? It's cold, hopeless, void, and blank.

The pain in his body was still there, but Fei Ling's mind went blank for a while. When the knife and gun penetrated his body, what he saw was the lifeless Ji Changying, whose face was covered with blood and she was wiping it with her hands yesterday.

I don't know why, but suddenly I thought of a sentence: Look, it was unlucky to clean the gun yesterday.

It was not until all three thousand soldiers fell that the battle was temporarily over. However, facing the mountain of corpses and Ji Changying who was still standing upright on the mountain, they were unable to take another step forward. Three thousand

If the soldiers are like this, what about the tens of millions of people in Daliang?
Chapter completed!