Chapter 47: The heavy burden of saving all living beings under heaven, I Lin Dao shall bear it on my shoulders, without yielding!

A spring breeze swept over the connected camp, and the slightly damp air carried a faint scent of burning.

Amidst wailing cries, hundreds of bound artisans and military households were dragged before the destroyed siege engines.

Armor leaves clanged, footsteps heavy, as a large batch of Gao Li Imperial Guards stepped forward.

One pressed down on the artisans and military households, another pulled their hair to stretch their necks.

Another stood to one side holding a battle axe.

"Your Highness."

Gao Li Army Commander Liang Du bowed respectfully toward Shi Xuan: "The guilty prisoners have arrived."

On the gilded couch, a beautiful concubine used silver chopsticks to pick a segment of yellow peach from a glazed bottle, carefully delivering it to the lips of Shi Xuan reclining on the couch.

Biting the yellow peach, Shi Xuan propped up half his face with one hand, closed his eyes, and chewed.

His face was full of self-satisfaction.

"This honey-glazed golden peach tastes truly not bad."

During the Two Jin period, productivity was backward, and ordinary commoners filling their stomachs was a luxury.

Yet even so, for the royal nobles, receiving the worship of ten thousand subjects naturally meant no lack of enjoyment.

They had honey to drink and golden peaches to eat.

But the technology to perfectly combine honey and golden peaches, making the taste even more delicious, they did not have.

Plus, being kept in such exquisite and expensive glazed bottles, the style was naturally different.

Shi Xuan raised his eyelids, his gaze toward the distant Xiangguo City.

"Unfortunately, the delicious things are too few."

"Only hope that after capturing Xiangguo City, we can find quite a few."

Li Nong and Shi Min brought back only twenty-odd cans of canned food for tasting.

As the Crown Prince, Shi Xuan received only a few cans.

Precisely because they were few, they instead aroused his interest.

After finishing eating, Shi Xuan's gaze then fell upon Liang Du.

"A piece of trash who cannot guard military rations, keeping him is just wasting grain."

"Execute them all."

Liang Du hurriedly bowed to receive the order.

He stepped back, turned around, raised his arm toward those Gao Li Imperial Guards, then brought it down forcefully.

The battle axes in the hands of the Gao Li Imperial Guards fell accordingly.

Hundreds of heads fell to the ground and rolled.

The spurting bright red blood dyed the earth red.

The couch was carried away, and the Gao Li Imperial Guards escorted Shi Xuan as he left.

These Gao Li Imperial Guards were all Shi Xuan's Donggong guards.

Several years later in history, Shi Xuan was deposed and killed, and the Gao Li Imperial Guard was also exiled to guard the border.

Unwilling to suffer misfortune, under Liang Du's leadership they raised troops and rebelled.

They consecutively defeated the Later Zhao's great army, their might pressing directly upon Ye City.

In the end, Ran Min displayed great divine might and annihilated them all.

After Shi Xuan left, burly high-nosed Jin Kun people shouted and yelled, urging the civilian laborers forward to clean up.

Wang Meng mixed among the civilian laborers, lowering his head as he stepped forward.

He also joined forces with others, together lifting arms and legs to throw the corpses onto a large cart.

Pushing the large cart to an open space outside the camp, he casually discarded them in the wilderness.

"Fellow brothers."

Wang Meng glanced a hundred paces away at the Jiehu leading horses and laughing.

Lowering his voice: "The great army will soon attack the city."

"By then we will all be moat-filling cannon fodder, surely dead without life."

In the cruel siege warfare, the attacking armored soldiers were nine deaths to one life, let alone the cannon fodder whose hemp clothing and coarse robes were tattered.

Someone asked doubtfully: "Brother Wang, how do you know they will attack the city?"

"Those great siege engines have all been burned." Wang Meng patiently explained: "Materials cannot be found nearby to remake them, and more than half the artisans have been killed."

"With the Crown Prince's impatient character, it is impossible for him to wait another two months to remake the siege engines."

Shi Xuan's character was violent and impatient, known to all.

Shi Hu and his sons were almost all of this temperament.

"We previously went to dig channels, that was to cut off the moat's water source." Wang Meng added: "Once the river water is cut off, the next step must be attacking the city."

"Brother Wang, what should we do?"

"Why don't we all run away~~~"

"How can people with two legs possibly outrun horses with four legs!"

"Even if you escape, without food on your person, the result is starving to death."

"The fields at home have no one to till them; going back means the whole family starves to death."

"I don't want to die, I want my mother~ I want to go home~~"

Everyone endured hunger and starvation, scraping by to survive, just to be able to live.

At this time hearing that life was about to come to an end, emotions inevitably lost control.

After a bout of venting, finally someone asked: "Brother Wang, you are always alert; do we still have a way to live?"

"Yes!"

Wang Meng nodded vigorously. "If we attack the city, we will surely be driven to fill the moat."

"At that time, everyone follow my command."

"I dare not say everyone will survive, but at least there is still hope."

After speaking, he raised his head to look toward Xiangguo City, his gaze hesitant.

"Qihuo Army, give us a chance~~~"

Xiangguo City, Xiao Chang.

Lin Dao, holding a basketball, agilely backed down into a one-on-one move, squeezing backward.

Blocking him behind was Qin Lang, stout-bodied, able to wear dozens of jin of armor and charge back and forth in enemy formations; he cried out "Aiya~~~", retreated several steps, fell backward, and landed flat on his back.

Lin Dao, with a sharp expression, quickly stepped forward, jumped, and made a layup.

Before him stood a school lieutenant eight chi tall, like an iron tower.

His eyes wide, roaring in his throat, baring teeth and brandishing claws, he leaped with all his might to block.

The school lieutenant jumped less than one chi, and jumped backward at that, watching wide-eyed as the basketball went into the hoop.

Lin Dao, having successfully made the layup, raised his hand and tossed his hair back, exhaling lightly.

Jin Lian and Sun Rong watching from the sidelines cheered and jumped with joy.

Everyone praised in unison, saying the lord was truly too formidable, that they could not defend against him at all~~~

Teammates gave all the opportunities to himself, while opponents all made various showy concessions.

Lin Dao naturally saw all these things.

He would not scold others for showing off at this time.

Big shots showing off with you, providing you with ample emotional value, is a good thing.

He glanced at the scoreboard not far away, which recorded twenty to zero.

Lin Dao, who alone scored twenty points for the whole court, waved his hand: "Extra meal at noon!"

Everyone cheered and jumped with joy, overjoyed.

The lord's extra meals have always been genuine and substantial.

There must be big meat.

Joining the lord's command naturally means being able to eat one's fill.

But wanting to eat meat, even soldiers can only enjoy it during wartime.

Returning to the Modern World, Lin Dao bought dozens of braised chickens at the Mao Zui Lu Ji Dian on Snack Street.

Returning to Yonghe Spacetime, those playing on the court and those cheering and acting as cheerleaders off the court each received one chicken.

Chicken meat braised with spices, crispy and tender, delicious, with a rich aroma.

As for the texture, it was absolutely beyond reproach.

Everyone ate with oil dripping from their mouths; big eaters like Qin Lang and Liu Hu even ate two fewer bowls of rice.

Lin Dao did not eat braised chicken; he simply ate a bowl of rice with stir-fried pickled cabbage.

Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, he watched Liu Hu and the others opening and closing their big mouths without stopping.

The sound of crunching continued unceasingly in their mouths; chicken bones were chewed and swallowed down, not a bit wasted.

Liu Hu, eating with enthusiasm, simply untied the belt at his waist.

Looking at his round, bulging belly, Lin Dao nodded repeatedly.

"This is a real martial general."

In film and television dramas, those delicate pretty boys also dare to call themselves martial generals?

They are so weak they cannot even wear iron armor!

True martial generals of ancient times were all broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with bellies full of fat.

Faces square, bellies round, necks as wide as their heads, arms and legs as thick as could be.

A delicate pretty boy like a jade tree in the wind?

Such a person, truly going onto the battlefield, has only one destination.

The Female Camp.

"Transmigrating women have watched film and television dramas until they're stupid."

"Thinking ancient martial generals are all those pretty boys in film and television dramas."

"Only thinking about transmigrating, to fall in love with those jade-tree-in-the-wind generals."

"If they truly transmigrated and followed a general."

"Their intestines would be squeezed out~~~"

After eating everything clean, Qin Lang patted his own big belly.

Looking at the earthenware bowl before him, he said somewhat emotionally: "One chicken, two fewer bowls of rice."

The bowls they used to eat rice were all large bowls similar to basins.

Two bowls of rice were roughly half a jin before the pot.

"With oil in the belly, carbohydrate intake naturally decreases."

Lin Dao took the water cup Jin Lian handed over: "But eating too much high oil, high salt, high sugar is not good for the body."

Glancing at everyone's indifferent expressions, Lin Dao also laughed and shook his head.

In this era, having something to eat is already a great fortune.

Who would care that eating too much affects health?

Lin Dao no longer paid attention to the big eaters.

He turned his head to look at Sun Rong. "How is the Literacy Class progressing?"

"In response to Lord Lang~~~"

Sun Rong, her frail body having devoured an entire braised chicken, lowered her head and let out a satisfied burp. "Everything is arranged."

"We have recruited and trained over a hundred scribes."

"They usually go to various military camps after dinner to teach vulgar script."

Vulgar script is similar to simplified characters, with simple strokes that are easy to write.

From a learning perspective, compared to the complex strokes of traditional characters, it is much easier.

"The number of scribes is still a bit low."

Lin Dao smiled faintly. "This area needs to be strengthened."

"Also, while teaching the soldiers literacy, we must also teach them principles."

"We must make the soldiers understand that we are descendants of Pangu, Yan and Huang Descendants."

"We must drive out the Qianghu and restore the Central Plains."

"We must make them understand the righteous cause, why they fight, and for whom they fight!"

On this side, Qin Lang and the others stood up and shouted in unison.

"Wear Lord Lang's clothes, eat Lord Lang's food, fight for Lord Lang~~~"

Lin Dao nodded repeatedly, pressing both hands down. "Good, good, since everyone has High Hopes for me."

"Then the heavy burden of saving all living beings under heaven, I, Lin Dao, shall bear it on my Shoulder, without shirking!"

Noon the following day.

After finishing his work in the Modern World, Lin Dao emerged from the Jian De Rear Hall bedchamber.

Sun Dalang, who was responsible for patrolling the city today, had long been waiting.

"Lord Lang!"

He stepped forward to Salute and report, "The water in the moat has dried up."

"Oh?"

Lin Dao frowned. "Go, let's take a look."

They went up to the City tower and leaned out from the Nv Qiang Jian Duo to look down.

Indeed, in the moat, which was several zhang deep, there was only mud everywhere.

Some fish were struggling desperately and jumping in the muddy water.

"Lord Lang."

Sun Dalang advised, "It must be that the Qianghu dug the Yin Liu Qu in the distance, cutting off the river's source."

"Count the days." Lin Dao raised his head to look at the Qianghu Connected Camp in the distance. "This job, they have been doing it for half a month."

"Originally, it should have been to attack the city once the Siege Engines were completed."

"Now that those Siege Engines are gone, they can only use human lives to Fill the Moat."

Lin Dao pondered for a moment and let out a Calm Breath.

"In these two days, the Qianghu will attack the city!"

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