Chapter 1286 The Last Meal Before the War

Yang Meng stuffed the ring into the personal soldier's hand: "Hand it over to the cook! By the way, test the rice for poison before cooking!"

When the personal soldier ran down the tower like a fly, Yang Meng went to read the letter again.

This dragon head pattern looks so familiar, where has he seen it recently?

Dragon head, dragon head...

Yang Meng frowned and thought, and suddenly clapped his hands: "Temple!"

Yes, he saw two masked men in front of Puyin Temple a few days ago, one of them was wearing a dragon head mask!

He also mistook the other party for Zhao Guangzhi's killer and almost had a fight with him. Later, Puyin God suddenly appeared, stopped the fight, and welcomed the dragon head mask into the temple.

Well, did that person really send food?

Why?

Could it be that Puyin God helped?

The confidant came to report again:

"The food is non-toxic and safe."

In any case, the other party showed goodwill by giving a few hundred kilograms of life-saving food first.

The only thing that Shizhoutou didn't lack was firewood.

Not long after, the whole army had dinner. Yang Meng didn't dare to let the army eat and drink to their heart's content, after all, if they had the last meal, they might not have the next one. But each soldier could at least get half a bowl of mixed grain rice, a few pickled vegetables, and two strips of bacon.

No one was talking, everyone was wolfing down the food, only regretting that their mouths were not big enough.

The rice smelled so good, so good! Some people ate the rice too fast and choked, but they had to cover their mouths tightly when they coughed to prevent the rice grains from being sprayed away.

Yang Meng also ate his own few mouthfuls of rice and picked up the unknown letter again.

What did the last sentence in the letter mean? Could it be?

"Keep an eye on the camp opposite." Yang Meng ordered, "Report any movement immediately."

...

Before it got dark, Liu Chengshou started to have dinner.

Everything was kept simple during the march, and his dinner was also very simple, just a crispy roasted whole rabbit, a bowl of red date millet porridge, two fragrant sesame wheat cakes, and a plate of fried sprouts.

The rabbit was caught by a soldier, and when it was presented to the chief officer, the rabbit legs were still kicking.

The sprouts were fried too raw and tasted bad. Liu Chengshou frowned and was about to send the dish back to the cook to redo it, but his confidant entered the account.

"Sir, we counted the food in our camp, and it can only last for five days at most."

Liu Chengshou took a bite of the wheat cake and thought to himself that it was abominable. If Yang Meng hadn't burned the food once, the army could have lasted longer.

Five days, can Shizhoutou still hold out for five days?

If he was willing to learn from Zhao Guangzhi, he could hold out for fifteen days, not to mention five days. But the man surnamed Yang seemed unable to do such a thing.

In this world, hey, if you are soft-hearted, you will suffer a great loss.

If he hadn't had the foresight to take away the food and grass of the whole city, how could his side sit in the camp now?

As for the ungrateful people in Shizhoutou, he deserved to starve to death!

His heart moved: "Where is Zhao Guangzhi, is there any unusual movement?"

He still doesn't understand why Zhao Guangzhi's army gave up Shizhoutou and retreated. But not attacking now does not mean not to fight in the future. What Liu Chengshou feared most was not Yang Meng in Shizhoutou City, but the Zhao army, which was dozens of miles away and had a great reputation!

"No. He seemed to have retreated to Liuping, and there has been no movement of troops for nearly ten days."

Liuping was the last city Zhao Guangzhi conquered. It was said that the local city guards dared to resist and were slaughtered by him. It took Zhao Guangzhi more than 20 days to conquer Liuping. After five days of consolidation, he attacked Shizhoutou, which clearly showed that he did not take Shizhoutou's defense seriously and thought he could take it down easily.

His retreat was as sudden as his attack. Liu Chengshou always felt that something was wrong.

But the person fighting against Zhao Guangzhi was not him, but Yang Meng, so he did not have an intuitive feeling.

Liu Chengshou's biggest worry was that Zhao Guangzhi would attack again after he took back Shizhoutou. After all, Liuping was not far from Shizhoutou, and it was just a matter of a few steps for the cavalry.

Zhao Guangzhi's retreat to Liuping showed that he was still thinking about Shizhoutou.

But Shizhoutou was Liu Chengshou's foundation. If he didn't take it back, how would he arrange for so many troops under his command?

If he didn't take it back, it would be even more difficult to take it back after Yang Meng had established a firm foothold and won the hearts of the people.

It was a dilemma.

But before he finished thinking about it, his confidant reported again:

"Sir, the aroma of cooking wafted from the west city of Shizhoutou."

"Oh, they can still open the pot?" Forget it, the bean sprouts will not be fried again. For this plate of raw bean sprouts, the lowly people in Shizhoutou are willing to kowtow fifty times in exchange. Liu Chengshou is a contented person.

"It's the aroma of rice and flour, very strong, floating out with the wind. We sent the bird demon to fly high in the sky to observe, and saw that there were soldiers gathering together to eat in the city. They were not leaves or chaff, but real food!" The confidant said, "We just observed carefully and saw that there were people eating sweet potatoes on the city gate."

"Eating rice and sweet potatoes?" Liu Chengshou slapped his thigh and was overjoyed, "Okay, these grandsons can't hold on!"

"Ah? Why do you say that, sir?" People in the city have food and drink, but the superiors say that they can't hold on?

"Shizhoutou has run out of food." More than 20 days have passed since Zhao Guangzhi attacked the city, and Shizhoutou has not received effective supplies. How to solve the problem of food and drink for tens of thousands of people? Liu Chengshou had long felt strange that the Yangs could hold out for so long. "They wanted to fight me off, so they should have made slow and steady preparations. But now they've cooked and eaten all the remaining food, which means they can't hold out any longer and want to take a risk and kill it all in one go!"

The confidant was shocked: "You mean, they're planning a massive attack?"

"Yes, the earliest is tonight or tomorrow morning!" Liu Chengshou took up the millet porridge and drank it all. "After this battle, I wonder what Yang can do to fight again! Maybe I don't even need to do it myself, his men will cut off their heads and surrender the city! Give the order, the whole army is ready for battle tonight!"

...

He Lingchuan and others were also eating.

There will be action at night, and this meal is very important.

But the abandoned post station is too close to the battlefield, and there are often bird monsters passing by in the sky, so they can't open fire. Everyone ate dry food with clean cold water, and He Lingchuan and Dong Rui were no exception.

The thousand-layer cake brought from Jucheng has enough scallion spices and a lot of diced meat, without cutting corners, but it becomes soft and no longer crispy after cooling.

Everyone ate silently, and then ate a few sour plums, gnawed one or two pieces of hard dried meat, and drank some water, and their stomachs were full.

Dong Rui burped and murmured, "I miss Alfalfa Island."

There are so many comforts on Alfalfa Island, not only the food is good, but also the servants serve you meticulously.

Traveling in the Golden Plains, at least eight days out of ten are spent in the wilderness.

He Lingchuan glanced at him. Wasn't it him who insisted on following him? "Let Afeng take you back at full speed?"

Wanqi Feng just took a sip of water: "Stand by at any time!"

"Forget it, I'm here now." Let's have fun.

With a few flutters, the bat flew in through the window and landed on Dong Rui's shoulder.