stubborn thief

Chapter 62 Sweet smell
In the north courtyard of Wangzhuang Fort, there are only two defenders on the fort wall.

Before they could understand where the loud noise was coming from, they were shot by the frontier army with bows and arrows and hid under the inner low wall.

One of them bent over to report the news, but was overturned by Gao Xian with an arrow.

The other threw down the bow and arrow and shouted surrender.

Afterwards, they attacked the southern courtyard simultaneously from the two courtyard gates and the fort walls on both sides.

Liu Chengzong did not participate in this simple battle.

He lost the ability to fight and ran back and forth in the deep courtyard of Wangzhuangbao, like a bull with a stab wound.

The sound of the happy stick exploding doubled in the closed cellar, making his ears hurt and his brain buzzing.

This effect takes a long time to fade away.

But after the smell of gunpowder between it and the nostrils subsided, it was replaced by a strangely sweet fragrance that permeated everywhere.

Liu Chengzong felt that his body was damaged by the shock.

This worried him, and even frantically wanted to escape the scope of the smell to prove that he wasn't hurt.

But the smell is everywhere, and it's getting stronger.

Gao Xian came running with a knife: "Lion, what are you doing in the back house, I can't find you everywhere, do you smell the fragrance?"

"broken."

Liu Chengzong couldn't understand the principle, it was amazing: "Your nose was also blown up."

Gao Xian ignored the effect of the smell on him, saying that the battle was over.

The defenders were good, and their equipment was a bit poor, but they had eaten for a long time and were well trained, and they injured several of them.

Manager Wang Zhuang also has a strong will to fight.

He was shot in the heart with an arrow by Liu Chengzu, and when he was dying, he also warned the general banner of the defending army that he would fight to the end if he died, and no one in Wangzhuang would survive.

It is this sentence that brings too much pressure on people.

Before the steward died, the general flag of the defending army surrendered, and by the way, he smeared his neck with a knife and accepted the vote.

The people in charge are dead, even if they guard the castle, they are dead, it is better to be a thief and die later.

Cao Yao negotiated with the two thieves outside, that [-]% of the things in the fort would be reserved for them.

Liu Chengzong frowned upon hearing this: "Brother Cao is still outside the fort?"

Gao Xian said it as it should be: "Yes, it's at the bottom of the castle."

Liu Chengzong ignored him and no longer bothered about his nose, and ran to the castle in a hurry.

Without saying a word, he asked someone to drop a rope, and shouted down with a bow and arrow: "Whoever moves will shoot to death!"

Cao Yao was talking to someone at the bottom, and he immediately understood when he saw it. He turned around and pulled the rope to climb up.

Three or two times, he turned over and jumped off the high wall.

He clutched his hurt buttocks, raised his hand and pointed in a circle around him, his face full of distress: "Oh, you guys, what do I say about you, I don't know if you let me come up first!
What can I talk to them about below? "

He is like a hostage below, his net worth and life are in the hands of others, and he is not a talented person, so he can't negotiate any good conditions.

As soon as he came up, Cao Yaoke was amazing.

Holding the perforation, he shouted down: "Both of you, retreat to the south bank, give you [-]% per person, and never break your promise!"

Five to six hundred people are blocking the road below, and it is difficult for them to leave. It is better to spend money and avoid disaster.

There are more than 40 village soldiers who have no combat experience on the mountain. They rely on them to transport food.

Take away the food, whether it is more or less, it is a profit.

This is road money.

The reverse was also the same, although Cao Yao went up in a swish, he could still get some money and food, and the two thieves below were also happy.

The three parties chatted across Wangzhuangbao, and at the end it was still the same, and then slowly retreated to the south of the river bank.

It wasn't until there was no thief within sight of Wangzhuangbao that there was a carnival from the frontier troops.

After the long starvation in Yuhebao, after the trepidation in Heilongshan.

They are like a group of beggars who have never seen the world, running in a fortress as big as a manor.

There are precious decorations everywhere, and strange objects are dazzling.

Some people wore silk and satin as a cloak, and the crowd strutting.

Even if others say it's a women's dress, they don't care, as long as it's a piece of cloth, it can block the mandarin ducks and jackets that run out of cotton.

Soldiers rummaged through boxes and cabinets, collecting piles of gold and silver utensils.

Using gold hairpins to make darts, using silver grate to grate head lice, he poured a belly of wine, and even took off his clothes and lay down in a wooden barrel sprinkled with petals, to peel off the thick dirt on his body.

Many people were silent around the table in the nave, all eyes and attention were on the table.

Between the Yuruyi paperweight and the fine china, there is a crystal hourglass with a villain, which is crystal clear, and the fine sand is slowly leaking down.

After waiting for a long time, the little wooden man beside the hourglass was triggered by the weight, and he slammed the drumstick on a small zheng drum with a thud, which made the soldiers laugh.

The wooden man won applause for himself.

There are also people, including Tian Shoujing, the leader of the frontier army, who was born in the sky, without parents, wives, and children. He was guarded by the imperial court for seven years. He saw three battles with the northern prisoners.

Crying like a child on the mud floor.

For the first time, he knew that his ideal in life should not be to be the boss.

Should be a mule.

Wangzhuang's mules eat better than Yuhebao's military horses.

In Yuhebao, military horses eat better than people.

It was only then that Liu Chengzong knew that his nose was not broken.

Everyone can smell the strong sweet smell.

That smell is in Beishan, squeezed out from the crevices of the mountain, and drilled straight into the nose.

Walking into the cool cave tunnel, the breath finally became clearer and clearer on the tip of the nose.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the aroma of wine rushes in.

Countless grains piled up on both sides of the gate, smashing into Liu Chengzong's field of vision.

Under his feet, the rotting liquid fermented in the closed environment pooled into shallow puddles, smelling when you were far away, and smelly when you were close.

Aya satin, gold and silver jewelry.

It is nothing compared to the drought in which people starved to death like reaping wheat, and the old grain in the mountain cellar has not been added to the new grain, and the grain piled to the bottom is rotten.

The slaughtering Han who left the army from the northern border was dumbfounded, and no one could speak.

Liu Chengzong remembered for no reason that the day when the imperial thief in Heilongshan, Sixteen squatted beside the corpse that had eaten dirt and died, and poked it with a wooden stick, saying that his father's stomach was like this.

Take out [-]/[-]th, no, [-]/[-]th, the father of Sixteen is still alive.

"Well, how much food is there?"

Even Cao Yao, the wealthiest in the crowd, couldn't get an accurate figure from this scale.

Others have no such ability.

No one has seen so much food, not even Liu Chengzong has another memory.

He took a deep breath, shivering even with his breath.

He said to move, but he couldn't finish the move, so he called hundreds of people outside to move.

"What lord, not a grain of millet can be left to those miser!"

The crowd cheered loudly, and the curses against the vassal king and the world echoed in the deep mountain grain cellar.

The mighty transport team lit torches, centered on Wangzhuangbao, scattered in three directions, and returned soon.

People use donkeys and mules, carts, or even carry them on their shoulders to transport sacks of grain out.

From night to dawn, from dawn to dusk.

Sleepless, sleepless, forgetting to eat, until the person was exhausted to death, smashed to the ground with a grain bag on his back, blood choked on the red loess, and could not get up again.

No one said a word, I couldn't move.

This is not white rice white noodles, not yellow rice yellow noodles.

It is parents, children, mothers-in-law, brothers, uncles, sisters-in-law, and the lives of all living people.

He can move, and as long as there is food, the dead soul will get up and continue to move.

When the last bag of grain was removed from the mountain, Liu Chengzong's eyes were red, and he was so sleepy that he might fall down at any time, but his spirit was extremely excited.

The leaders of the two groups of thieves also had the same virtue. Stopping in front of their horses, one was polite and the other had broad shoulders and long arms. They asked, "This is a lot of food, and I can't bring it back. What are you going to do?"

They were asked, and the four looked at each other. Liu Chengzong said, "It's hard for us to bring them all back. We will throw some for the poor at night, and save one more."

The gentle leader folded his fists and asked, "How many leaders can you have a name? If you have something to do in the future, you can go to Nanjia Mountain to find me."

The other leader with broad shoulders and long arms had a strange look on his face. After watching Chuangtiantian for a while, he clasped his fists and said, "Shooting down the sky, I'm on the tiger's waist."

This time, the faces of the four people are complicated, and they have not thought about their respective names.

Moreover, the place they mentioned was not far from the Yan'an Palace City, and it happened to be a triangle with them that surrounded the Palace City.

But before they moved food, they all moved in the opposite direction.

The vigilance is strong.

Cao Yao asked, "Whose name will you keep?"

Seeing that the three of them didn't have any interest, Liu Chengzong immediately leaned over and said, "My name is Tiger General. Our place is hard to find. If something happens, I'll look for you."

(End of this chapter)