Chapter 1128 Changping County Lord 76
Crossbows and thousand-jin bows were all carried up to the tower and fired with all their strength.
After shooting one to death, the Huns led the men and retreated out of range. Although they were far away, the screams could still be blown by the north wind. The intermittent and vague heart-rending screams were even more unbearable.
Some soft-hearted soldiers covered their ears and leaned against the city wall in tears.
At noon, two Xiongnu soldiers came over on horseback, holding a net bag in their hands. When they were about to arrive, they waved their hands and the net bag spun. When they reached the fastest speed, their hands loosened.
The net bag flew out of his hand and flew towards the tower.
After falling to the ground, the "things" inside rolled out... What was in the net bag was actually a human head that was boiled beyond recognition.
Suddenly some soldiers vomited it out!
Xining sat sideways in the tent, quietly listening to Xun Liao's "report" that was so angry that he exploded.
Xun Liao said while scolding, he was going to die of anger. If he didn't scold these cannibal Huns, he would go crazy with frustration. He would not care about the death penalty for anyone who went out of the city without authorization, and just went out with a spear to fight with Hu Xie Mao Dun. Work hard!
When Xun Liao's mouth was dry from scolding, Xining finally spoke: "General, are you thirsty? Bring the tea that is hanging out. It's just right to drink lukewarm or not. Tea is a good thing, it can relieve the heat!"
Xun Liao was speechless for a moment, then a vat of tea was brought. It was brewed tea, not boiled.
"Thank you, County Master!" He brought it over with both hands and drank it all in one gulp. The maid was very considerate and only filtered out the tea, without any tea leaves in it.
This tea still tastes good, with a sweet aftertaste after bitterness, and the county master will still enjoy it.
Now that I have told you what happened and scolded you, what should I do next?
"The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty for laughter." Xining couldn't help but chant leisurely.
This is Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong". I always thought it was heroic but too bloody. When you are hungry during war, you eat the enemy's flesh; when you are thirsty while talking and laughing, you drink the enemy's blood.
But now it seems that the Huns brought this upon themselves. Natural selection means survival of the fittest. When gold diggers, cowboys and Indians fight to the death, they seem to have never heard of eating human flesh. These Huns are too cruel. They think they are at the top of the food chain and can eat even the same kind of people. . However, they don't agree with these similar people. They will still call them "two-legged sheep" in the future.
When Xun Liao heard the poem, his eyes suddenly lit up. As a child, he was naughty and didn't study hard. He only liked dancing with guns and sticks, and was often beaten by his father. But listening to these two sentences, eating Xiongnu meat and drinking Xiongnu blood will relieve your anger! It seems that the county lord planned to deal with the Huns, and the blood debt was paid in blood.
I heard the county leader say: "How many troops are there currently?"
Xun Liao was stunned and asked the ordering soldiers to scold him back? Before, the order soldiers and the Huns soldiers scolded each other every day, but not even one or two people died.
Since I asked, I said honestly: "Eight people!"
Xining shook his head: "Not enough."
Eight people isn’t enough? Xun Liao explained: "Although there are few people, their voices are loud. Eight people shouting at the same time is enough to reach the enemy camp."
"So powerful?" Xining smiled like a rich man.
Xun Liao shuddered, the county master's smile was so beautiful, why was it so charming.
"Boom, boom, boom..." Beating the gong, shouting in the street: "We are looking for people with loud voices and outstanding voices. There is no requirement to have a good voice, as long as the words are clear and the voice is loud. Every half-hour shift, you will be given half a catty of meat. , a pound of grain! Boom, boom..." As soon as he heard this, he knew it was the county boss again, and this county boss always made strange moves. The Huns who could play the maqin last time could get these by playing the maqin for an hour in the middle of the night. Now the family life should not be too easy. They have meat, steamed buns and noodles every day. The family was so full of food that they could even ask for cotton-padded clothes and quilts, as well as charcoal and wine!
Now everyone with a loud voice has signed up. After all, the snow is still falling, so it seems that this battle will still be fought. The Chinese New Year is coming in one and a half months, so it’s always good to prepare more surplus grain and meat.
The selection is at the North City Gate, and everyone who comes to sign up has to go up on stage and try to shout out one sentence. The words are very simple, that is, "You damn Huns, I am your grandfather."
So this sentence was repeated over and over again on the stage. Whenever someone with a bright voice would burst into laughter.
If someone has a weak throat, people in the audience will laugh: "It's too soft, you can't hear it!"
In this way, among the laughter and laughter, ten people were selected.
Xining was having dinner, and Xun Liao came to report.
"Everyone is big and strong, and when he roars, the window paper shakes. If no one in the audience plugs their ears, they will never be selected..." Xun Liao finished proudly, and then asked curiously and doubtfully: "What's next, County Master?" What are you going to do?”
"Well, the frozen mutton is indeed a bit old." Xining ate the mutton pot and frowned slightly: "Tell the cook to cut it into thin slices."
In order to show that we share joys and sorrows, she also ate frozen beef and mutton together early. I had a temporary craving for mutton today, but I found that the taste was much worse than that of slaughtered sheep.
"Yes, County Lord!" the maid next to her replied.
Xining put down his chopsticks, picked up a written bamboo slip next to him, handed it to the maid, and asked the maid to pass it to Xun Liao: "Shou according to this, and when you get tired of shouting, change people immediately. It's better to shout from Zishi, shouting halfway. After an hour, the piano player will be paid as usual for half an hour."
After saying that, he picked up the chopsticks and continued eating. Even if the meat doesn't taste good, at least the soup is drinkable. The Huns are now also eating frozen beef and mutton, and some even eat the meat of horses killed in battle. Don’t be picky anymore, it’s not easy to stutter in this day and age.
Xun Liao took the bamboo slips, took a quick look at it, and burst into laughter: "The county master is wise!"
The bamboo slips were taken to the city tower. Most of the people recruited were illiterate. There were also illiterate among the order soldiers. They were only responsible for delivering orders and shouting. There were also some who were illiterate.
So I taught them how to read, sentence by sentence, and asked them to read it sentence by sentence, just like school children memorizing when they go to school.
The sergeant reminded him from time to time: "Recite it carefully and recite it word for word. When the time comes, we will yell out together. The county master is generous and gives the same reward to both soldiers and civilians as long as they go up to the tower. Don't seize this opportunity." , the meat and grain will be gone”
That's half a pound of meat and a pound of grain, enough to feed the whole family for a day. Whatever you say must be recited!
He is also very responsible, even if he is eating dinner, he is still carrying it. There was still time before midnight, allowing them to take a nap in the military camp. They didn't care about sleeping while lying down, they were still carrying it.
At midnight, the sergeant went into the tent to wake these people up and gave each of them half a bowl of wine.
A man with a loud voice named Wang Laoliu was well-known among the four neighborhoods in the city. He was a butcher, and whenever he quarreled and cursed, the whole street could hear him. Once someone stole a piece of meat, and he yelled from behind, which actually frightened the thief and caused him to fall down. So this time he came too!
(End of chapter)