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The door rang.

The servant gently pushed open the door, held a tray in his hand, and placed it on the table in the room. On the tray, there was only a bowl of porridge, and it was still emitting thin heat.

Wang Mu looked at the porridge in the bowl. The porridge was so clear that it could count the rice grains at the bottom of the bowl.

He raised his head and saw the attendant's eyes projecting towards the bowl of porridge in front of him. The Adam's apple moved up and down from time to time, making a saliva swallowing sound that he tried his best to suppress.

"You're hungry," Wang Mu smiled slightly and said to the attendant.

"I'm not... not hungry, sir." The attendant swallowed hard, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Drink it, I have no appetite now." After Wang Mu said that, he pushed the porridge bowl to the servant, sighed and walked to the window. The cicadas outside the window kept calling, making his heart more and more irritable.

Wancheng is almost out of food.

He has been besieged for nearly three months. Three months ago, when he just woke up from a coma, he expected that today he would start to strictly control the consumption of food and grass.

But even so, even though I have to hold on until today, I still can’t hold on any longer.

The army had exhausted food, but the people did not have no food. However, Wang Mu issued a strict order a month ago, and he would never allow the people to forcibly collect grain from the people. Those who violate the order would be executed.

After cutting off more than forty heads, no one dared to disobey. But in the current situation, I am afraid that he will gradually be unable to subdue his hungry army.

On the city wall, we have to fight and defend with all our might every day. And how should soldiers with empty stomachs fight

A small sip sound came from behind, and the servant could not control his hunger in his stomach and drank the bowl of porridge. However, there were not a few grains of rice porridge in total, how much could a small bowl have to do?

And in the army below, I'm afraid that few people can even drink such porridge.

Mutiny... I'm afraid it's been these few days.

"After drinking, just take it out. Don't tell others." Wang Mu said softly to the attendant behind him.

"Yes... Lord Xie..." The attendant changed from a young age to a big mouth and swallowed hard, with a choked crying voice in his voice.

Wang Mu stood quietly, looking at the scenery outside the window. He didn't sigh until the servant finished drinking the porridge, knelt down at him, kowtowed twice, and exited the room. He sighed softly: "Han Zhuo."

"I'm here." Han Zhuo's voice sounded in the corner of the room.

"Come with me to the city wall to have a look."

After Wang Mu finished speaking, without waiting for Han Zhuo to respond, he turned his head and walked towards the door. The black figure had appeared from some corner.

His body was still upright, without any hunch. Although there was no expression on his face, there was no sign of weakness.

"Speaking of it, I seem to have never seen you eat." Wang Mu pushed open the door, walked out of the room, and smiled faintly: "I really doubt if you can survive without eating."

"I have my own way." Han Zhuo's voice came from behind, but Wang Mu could only hear his own footsteps.

When they walked through the corridor and reached the entrance of the yard, the two guards hurriedly came up. Wang Mu did not ask the guards to follow him, nor did he ask for carriages and horses. He only took Han Zhuo and walked towards the city wall.

The streets in the city are empty and there are no civilians. The two armies inside and outside the city are fighting, and no one wants to encounter any unrestrained disasters at this time. They can only close their doors and hope that their homes will be safe.

There was only a small team of soldiers, led by the commander, trotting towards the city wall, almost all of them were injured and weak. The speed of the trotting was not even as fast as Wang Mu and Han Zhuo walking.

The faces of the soldiers were full of hunger and fatigue, and they were not angry at all in their eyes. They could only follow the command of the team leader and move forward mechanically. Even so, they always let out violent breaths from time to time. The skinny faces and torso made Wang Mu feel desolate.

When he reached the foot of the city wall, Wang Mu sighed in his heart. Below the city wall was a deep trench. In the trench, a soldier stood every few feet, leaning against the edge of the ditch with a numb face. Above the city wall, there were rows of soldiers patrolling continuously, but the staggering steps were as heavy as lead, as if they could never stand up once they fell down.

On the stairs of the city wall, a figure ran down quickly and stumbled toward Wang Mu. It was Cen Peng, the guard in the city at this moment.

"Sir, why are you here? The war is in danger on the city wall, so don't take any risk!" Cen Peng frowned at Wang Mudao with a worried look on his face. His spirit was naturally much better than those ordinary soldiers, but his breath was still weak. It seemed that he might not have eaten anything decent for a long time.

"There is no war, the enemy is not sieging the city now, but this trench is..." Wang Mu has been rescued from Wancheng, woke up from a coma, and delegated all the command to Cen Peng, and he has not been inquired about the city defense matters. This is the first time he has been under the city wall in several months.

"Report to the Lord, the enemy had tried to dig tunnels to attack the city, and once broke into the city. The subordinates ordered the soldiers to dig trenches along the city walls in order to block the tunnels. The enemy tried two or three times since then, but they were discovered and wiped out by the soldiers in the trenches. So far, it has not tried again for ten days, so I must have given up." Cen Peng explained.

"How long has the enemy... been no longer attacking the city?" Wang Mu looked up at the soldiers on the city wall. With their appearance of almost falling to death at this moment, I was afraid that Wancheng would fall if they attacked one or two more times.

"It's been five days. They also know that there is no food in the city and they don't want to waste their troops anymore." Cen Peng sighed, looking forward to Wang Mu with hope: "Sir, when will the reinforcements in the court arrive..."

Wang Mu looked at Cen Peng's expectant look and smiled bitterly.

Before Wancheng was besieged, the silk book sent by the teacher stated that reinforcements would arrive immediately. However, now that the besieged city has been more than three months, no soldiers have arrived.

Wancheng was surrounded by rebels, and there was no information outside that could be sent in. How could he know what Cen Peng didn't know.

A soldier pushed a small cart and walked over from a distance staggering. The cart was filled with bricks used to strengthen the city walls, and heavily crushed a rut on the ground. However, he had just walked to the city, but his body shook, tilted to the side, and fell to the ground.

As the soldier fell, the car lost its balance and fell down, and the bricks on the car rolled all over the floor.

And the soldier never stood up again.

"Sir, the people should still have some food reserves. My subordinates have calculated that if they can be collected, they should be available for us to eat for a month. This is the critical moment of survival and demise, so it is also a matter of adaptation..."

Cen Penggang said something ordinary, and was interrupted by Wang Mu shook his head and said, "Cen Peng, do you know what we are trying hard to defend the city?"

"In order to... protect this new world!" Cen Peng looked up blankly and looked at Wang Mu.

"That's right. But what's the world?" Wang Mu turned his head and turned his back to the city wall, and pointed at the rows of houses in front of him: "The so-called world is all composed of these common people, so Cen Peng. Take a look at everything in front of you. That's what we want to protect!"

"But... if we soldiers can't even protect ourselves, what else can we use to protect the world?" Cen Peng smiled bitterly, shook his body, and took two steps back and leaned gently on the city wall: "Besides... sir, when we were so hungry, we could do anything."

Wang Mu stared at Cen Peng deeply and smiled bitterly.

Cen Peng said, of course, that's right. At this moment, the soldiers in the city were just relying on the last breath and holding on.

Now Cen Peng may still be able to suppress the soldiers and use the bark and grass roots to make them bark and fill their stomachs. But when even the bark and grass roots are eaten, there is still food in the people's homes... What kind of Shura farm will this city become

"Cen Peng..." Wang Mu gritted his teeth, opened his mouth and stopped talking to Cen Peng. After repeated several times, he said with difficulty: "Kaicheng... surrender."

Cen Peng's face was very calm, without any surprise, but his eyes became dull.

This is already the only ending at this moment.

He nodded slightly, and then a smile of relief appeared:

"Sir, thank you."
Chapter completed!