Chapter 1307: The Last Meal Before the Battle

Yang Meng handed the ring to his personal guard, "Deliver it to the cook quickly! By the way, test for poison before cooking the rice!" When the personal guard ran down the city tower like flying, Yang Meng went to look at the letter again.

This dragon-head pattern was so familiar; where had he seen it recently? Dragon head, dragon head...

Yang Meng frowned and pondered, then suddenly clapped his hands, "Temple!"

That's right, he had met two masked men in front of Puyin Temple a few days ago, and one of them was wearing a dragon-head mask!

He had even mistaken the other party for Zhao Guangzhi's assassin and almost had a fight with them. Later, the god Puyin suddenly showed a miracle, stopped that battle, and welcomed the dragon-head mask into the temple.

Hmm, was it really that person who sent the grain? Why?

Could it be that the god Puyin helped?

The confidant came to report again:

"The grain is non-toxic, safe."

Regardless, the other party donating a few hundred jin of life-saving grain first showed goodwill.

The only thing Shizhoutou didn't lack was firewood.

Not long after, the whole army started eating. Yang Meng didn't dare to let the army eat and drink to their heart's content; after all, having this meal didn't mean there would be the next. But every soldier could at least get an extra half bowl of mixed grain rice, a few strips of pickled vegetables, and two strips of cured meat.

No one spoke all around, it was a scene of wolfing down, only wishing their mouths were big enough.

Rice is fragrant, really fragrant! Someone choked because they shoveled the rice too fast, but even when coughing, they had to cover their mouths tightly, lest the rice grains be sprayed away.

Yang Meng also finished his few mouthfuls of rice and picked up the letter paper of unknown origin again.

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

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

It wasn't dark yet, and City Guardian Liu started his dinner.

Everything was simple when marching, and his dinner was also very simple: roasted whole rabbit that was charred and crispy, a bowl of red date and millet porridge, two fragrant sesame wheat cakes, and a plate of stir-fried bean sprouts.

The rabbit was caught by a soldier leader under him, and when it was offered to the superior, the rabbit's legs were still kicking.

The bean sprouts were stir-fried too raw and stuck to the teeth. City Guardian Liu frowned and was about to return the dish to the cook to redo it when his confidant entered the tent.

"Sir, our camp's grain has been counted; it can last for at most five days."

City Guardian Liu took a bite of the wheat cake and cursed, it was hateful; if it weren't for Yang Meng burning the grain once, the army could have persisted longer.

Five days, could Shizhoutou persist for five more days?

If they were willing to learn from Zhao Guangzhi, let alone five days, even fifteen days would be fine. But Yang Meng couldn't do that kind of thing.

This world, hey, being soft-hearted means suffering a big loss.

If it weren't for his foresight to take away all the grain in the city, how could his side sit firmly in the camp now? As for the ingrates in Shizhoutou, heh, they deserve to starve to death!

His heart moved, "What about Zhao Guangzhi's side? Any unusual movements?"

Why Zhao Guangzhi's army gave up Shizhoutou and retreated, he still didn't understand until now. But just because they weren't attacking now didn't mean they wouldn't attack later. City Guardian Liu feared not Yang Meng in Shizhoutou, but the fierce Zhao army dozens of li away!

"No. He seems to have retreated to Liuping, and there has been no troop movement for nearly ten days."

Liuping was the previous city Zhao Guangzhi had taken down; it is said that the local City Guardian was not reconciled and dared to resist, so he was slaughtered until blood flowed like a river. Zhao Guangzhi spent more than twenty days taking Liuping, and after tidying up for five days, he came to attack Shizhoutou, clearly not putting Shizhoutou's defense in his eyes, thinking he could take it easily.

His retreat was as sudden as his attack. City Guardian Liu always felt something was wrong.

But the person fighting Zhao Guangzhi was not him, but Yang Meng, so he didn't have a direct feeling.

City Guardian Liu's biggest hidden worry was that after he took back Shizhoutou, Zhao Guangzhi would come to attack again. After all, Liuping was not far from Shizhoutou, and for cavalry, it was just a matter of lifting their legs.

Zhao Guangzhi retreated to Liuping, which meant he was still thinking about Shizhoutou.

But Shizhoutou was City Guardian Liu's foundation; if he didn't take it back, where would he settle so many people?

If he didn't take it back, wait until Yang Meng stood firm and bought people's hearts, it would be even harder to grab it back later.

A dilemma, a dilemma.

However, before these thoughts of his turned around, the confidant reported again: "Sir, the smell of cooking is drifting from the west city of Shizhoutou."

"Oh, they can still open the pot?" Forget it, don't stir-fry the bean sprouts again. For this plate of undercooked bean sprouts, those lowly people in Shizhoutou would be willing to kowtow fifty times to exchange for it. City Guardian Liu was a contented person.

"It's the fragrance of rice and flour, very thick, drifting out with the wind. We sent bird demons to fly high into the sky to observe and saw soldiers in the city gathering to eat. It's not tree leaves or bran, it's proper food!" The confidant said, "Just now we paid attention and observed that there are people gnawing on sweet potatoes on the city gate."

"Eating rice and gnawing on sweet potatoes?" City Guardian Liu slapped his thigh, overjoyed, "Good, good, these grandsons can't hold on anymore!"

"Ah? Sir, why do you say that?" People have food and drink in the city, yet the superior says they can't hold on? "Shizhoutou was originally exhausted of materials." Since Zhao Guangzhi attacked the city, more than twenty days have passed, and Shizhoutou hasn't received effective replenishment. How can tens of thousands of people solve their eating and drinking? Yang Meng could persist for so long, City Guardian Liu had long felt strange, "They want to consume with me, they should have made preparations for a long-term plan, but now they have cooked all the remaining grain, which means they can't hold on, want to take a risk, and achieve success in one battle!"

The confidant was startled, "You mean, they intend to launch a large-scale attack?"

"Yes, the fastest will be tonight or tomorrow morning!" City Guardian Liu drank the millet porridge in one gulp, "After this battle, let's see what Yang Meng has to resist me! Maybe I won't even have to do it myself, his subordinates will cut off his head and offer the city! Pass the order, the whole army will wait for battle tonight!"

He He Lingchuan and the others were also eating.

There was an operation at night, and this meal was very important.

But the abandoned post station was too close to the battlefield, and bird demons often passed by in the sky, so they couldn't light a fire. Everyone ate dry rations with clean cold water, and He He Lingchuan and Dong Rui were no exception.

The thousand-layer cakes brought from Ju City were fragrant with green onions and meat cubes, not cutting corners, but after cooling down, they were soft and no longer crispy.

Everyone was silent, eating very happily, then eating a few sour plums, gnawing on one or two pieces of hard meat jerky, and drinking some water, and their bellies were full.

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

Life on Alfalfa Island was comfortable; not only was the food good, but there were also attendants serving with meticulous care.

Traveling on the Flash Gold Plain, at least eight out of ten days were spent sleeping in the open in the wilderness.

He He Lingchuan glanced at him; wasn't it him who pestered and insisted on following him out? "Let Afeng send you back at full speed?"

Wanqifeng had just finished a mouthful of clean water, "Standing by at any time!"

"Forget it, since I'm here." Just have a good time.

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

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1308 =====