Sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall, he rubbed his cheeks hard. To be honest, this scene was indeed very terrible. He didn't feel it when fighting, but now it was relaxed, Yang Shouwen couldn't bear it, and even felt scared.

"Yang Dalang, your parcel."

Gai Jiayun walked over with a package and handed it to Yang Shouwen.

That was the dry food Yang Shouwen gave him when he was out at noon. Unexpectedly, the fight lasted for so long and he was really hungry. He opened the package and took out a piece of meat pie from it. Yang Shouwen took a vicious bite.

Jeddah walked up to him, handed him the wine bag, and sat down beside him.

He was not polite at all, and took a meat pie from the package and ate it against the wall.

Yang Shouwen swallowed a bite of the meat patty, and saw Gai Jiayun and several Min Zhuang looking at his package with a gaze, and handed it over, "Come on, eat together! My aunt's craftsmanship is very good, but unfortunately it's a little cold, otherwise it would be better."

After a whole day of fighting, we started cooking, and everyone was hungry.

Gai Jiayun hesitated for a moment, took over the package, and took half a piece of meat pie. When the other Minzhuang saw him take action, he followed him forward. Yang Shouwen was not pretentious and took out all the meat pie and wine to share with everyone, which made the atmosphere on the road become much more harmonious.

"Yang Dalang, your gun is so good."

Gai Jiayun swallowed half of the cake and became much more energetic, so he praised Yang Shouwen's shooting skills.

"Barring nonsense, you can do it for ten years of hard work."

"Ha, I can't compare to you!" Gai Jiayun smiled and said, "My father taught me sword skills before, but I always felt bored. After practicing for a while, I never had the interest again. Now if I want to pick it up again, I'm afraid I can't practice it perfectly."

"That's better than not practicing!"

Yang Shouwen smiled and said, "You have good basic skills and are very stable in the lower plate. If you practice it well, you should be able to pick it up."

"But, the knife is too heavy, and it only takes three moves to go back and forth. I always feel boring after a long time."

"What knife?"

"Mo Dao!"

When Yang Shouwen heard this, his eyes lit up.

Modao was a great killer weapon in the Tang Dynasty and was said to be extremely powerful.

However, in later generations, the Modao was almost lost. Although people often hold a knife and claim to be Modao, they have not been officially recognized. What does the Modao look like and how should it be used? It has always been a mystery in later generations.

"How can your father use Mo Dao?"

Yang Shouwen looked at Gai Jiayun in surprise.

Gai Jiayun said: "Yes, there is a sword in his room. It is said that he used to use it when he was in the army and weighs fifteen kilograms."

Fifteen kilograms in the Tang Dynasty. The weights and measures of later generations were about twenty kilograms.

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but be slightly shocked. His tiger's weight was only a dozen pounds. Unexpectedly, Old Guy could actually use such a heavy weapon.

I felt a little more curious, "I need to see it back."

Several people sat together and chatted, while Yang Chenglie and others stood on the city gate tower, listening to the losses reported by Jinghu.

In one battle today, nearly a thousand enemies were killed.

But in the same way, Changping suffered 160 casualties!

This ratio of damage to the war sounded like a complete victory, but Yang Chenglie knew that the situation in Changping was more serious than that of the rebels.

Changping's people are strong, but only three hundred.

Including the subordinates of Gai Laojun and the defeated soldiers brought by Lu Ang from Juyongguan, the total number is no more than 600. This has not been eliminated. The group of civilians who opened Liang Yun last night and lost the city to the Wucheng. If it were eliminated, the number of Changping defenders was more than 500, less than 550. In today's battle, more than one-fifth of them were lost.

That’s right, Changping has Zaoli and Kuaishou!

But the problem is that Kuaishou and Zaoli have to patrol the city to maintain stability in the city and cannot be transferred.

"The people who attacked the city today are all Yaozi."

Lu Ang looked solemn. He looked at Yang Chenglie and said, "Murong Xuanzhao's subordinates have been watching the battle and have not participated in the attack at all. If it is a field battle, Jingnan Army may not be the opponent of Liao Zi; but if it is a city to capture the village, 30,000 Liao Zi will not be as good as the five thousand Jingnan Army. Tomorrow, Jingnan Army will definitely launch an attack, and that is our real test.

Yang Chenglie nodded slightly. Obviously, he agreed with Lu Ang's words.

"You said, what does Murong Xuanjun mean today?" Gai Laojun couldn't help but ask.

"Consumption!"

Lu Ang smiled bitterly and said, "Murong Xuanzhang is testing our strength, and at the same time is also consuming our strength."

"Consumption?" Gai Laojun frowned and said, "Aren't those fangs his subordinates? What are the benefits of his consumption like this?"

Luang said: "He is indeed consuming Yaozi, but he may not be his subordinate."

"How do you say this?"

Lu Ang took a deep breath, "During the Battle of Juyongguan, Liao did not participate in the battle head-on, but attacked behind the scenes. The Liao who appeared today obviously joined the Jingnan Army after Juyongguan was breached.

I don't know what grudges there are, but I can feel that Murong Xuanjun is asking these fangs to die, and at the same time we consume our strength. In today's battle, we have consumed more than 10,000 arrows, and more than 100 giant arrows. Rolling wood stones and tincture oil have consumed a lot... You don't know Murong Xuanjun, this person has a nickname outside the frontier, called Linghu. The quieter he is today, the more fierce his offensive will be tomorrow.

The most important thing is that he still has a batch of siege equipment in his hand, which has not appeared today, so it will definitely appear tomorrow..."

Yang Chenglie rubbed his face and said softly: "In this way, this Murong Xuanzhao is not an ordinary person."

Lu Ang agreed and nodded repeatedly.

"He asked Liao Zi to die today, which is probably related to Zuorong.

I heard that Zuorong built a city in Dongmu Mountain and was preparing to rebuild the seven tribes of the Marine. Today, these fangs should be one of them, and they look quite fierce. I guess Zuorong wanted to take this opportunity to consume their power and then facilitate integration."

After saying that, he turned around and looked out of the city.

"Person Lu, do you think we can attack the rebels at night?"

Before Yang Chenglie finished speaking, Lu Ang shook his head like a rattle, "Yang County Magistrate, you'd better not have this idea. I don't know where you used to serve, but I guess you don't know Murong Xuanjun. I have been guarding Juyongguan for many years and have had contact with him before. This person is very cautious in using troops and wants to attack the camp at night? It's impossible!

I dare to bet with you, Murong Xuanjun might be waiting for you to go over now... He is definitely not easy to deal with."

"We can't defend and attack, can we wait to die?"
Chapter completed!