Wang Zunzhi hopes that he will be lucky.

In fact, he has always been lucky. The Qin army who escorted the food and grass for the first two times suffered heavy losses every time, but he was always able to escape danger without any damage. After two fierce battles, he did not even scratch his body with oily skin. It was really against the will of heaven.

However, Wang Zunzhi did not think that luck would always favor him, so before every trip, he would pray sincerely to the gods he knew. From the immortals and Buddhas of the heavens to the wild grass-headed gods, they would worship them as long as they knew, but they didn't know if these gods would be angry if they knew that he looked like this.

For Wang Zunzhi, every time he goes out, he dances on the tip of a knife. Even if he is so lucky that he is extremely lucky, he doesn't know if he can come back again before traveling again. The farewell to his family before his first departure is the most unbearable, and it is basically a separation from life and death. Once is enough to make people collapse, but he has already done it for the third time.

Thinking of his wife's tears and his son's pitiful puppy look when he was leaving, Wang Zunzhi felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a needle, causing pain.

The acropolis outside must not be able to defend. Wang Zunzhi had a clear understanding of this. Perhaps a fierce attack by the Ming army would be enough to make these acropolises fall. The reason why the Ming army did not have a large-scale attack is not the strength of these acropolises but the bad weather, or they have other ideas.

Not to mention the Acropolis, even the Yongdu City is probably difficult to defend. There has never been a precedent for the trapped city without reinforcements. The daily consumption of a large city with a population of hundreds of thousands is an astonishing number. In the past, during peacetime, Yongdu needed to transport Dashi food and other materials from all over the country to maintain operation, but now it only consumes and has no income. Even though Yongdu City confiscated a large amount of food and food all the way after the emperor retreated from Hulao, how long can it last? And this was achieved by sacrificing the interests of all the Qin people outside Yongdu.

Wang Zunzhi could not forget the look when he led his men to find the last grain of food from the homes of those suffering people. He looked at him without anger, only despair.

All the young and strong were captured in the city as reserve troops, but the elderly, weak, women and children were abandoned and allowed to fend for themselves. In such a season, will those Qin people who have lost their pillars and pillars of their families still have a chance to survive?

What is now filled with the city of Yongdu is not the grief and anger of the about to destroy the country, nor the courage to defend the country, but the ubiquitous anger. The huge city, with a population of hundreds of thousands, remains silent due to strong suppression, this increasingly depressed anger makes everyone feel like a fire burning in their hearts. I don’t know when the fire will overturn and spread the sparks all over the sky into the city.

Wang Zunzhi didn't want to die.

As an officer, he could know some news that ordinary people didn't know. The big men were already starting to drive all the elderly, weak, women and children out of the city. This would reduce the population of the city by at least half, thus ensuring that the food could be supported for a longer period of time. If he was still alive, he could also ensure that his family and children would not be driven out of the city and died of starvation in the ice and snow. If he died, how could they live in the city again?

No matter how bad or difficult the city is, there is always a little bit of food to save one's life. If you are driven out of the city, you can only die tragically in despair.

When he left the city again, he was even angry about why the Ming army had not yet captured the acropolis. If the acropolis were gone, there would be no need for him to take this dangerous mission again.

Riding on the horse, he could see all the escort teams' fear. Wang Zunzhi didn't think there was anything strange about this, it was himself. Isn't it the same? Every time the team left the city, it was very good that there were three or four stops left in the ten stops. What's more, these people were not considered mature soldiers at all.

Qingzhou rebellion, Hulao rebellion, Qinghe rebellion, several powerful border troops of the empire, rebelled from the Qin Dynasty in a short period of time, the army of Hulao in Qingzhou surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, and Qinghe's army followed Bian Wushuang to Chu State, which almost drained the empire. In the current Yongdu City, except for the 50,000 Thunder Army, most of the troops were some garrison troops and scattered soldiers who fled back sporadically from the battlefield, and some were private armed forces. Although the emperor forced them together and reorganized a defensive army of 100,000 people, except for the Thunder Army, Wang Zunzhi had no illusions about the combat ability of other troops.

Can you expect the young and strong people who were captured outside the city to shed blood and sacrifice for this country that abandoned their families? But such people now account for at least 30 to 40% of the army in Yongdu.

The people above themselves knew that the team escorting food like this would only dare to send soldiers from all the monks in Yongdu City to carry out the execution. If those who were arrested from outside the city were sent, they would not need the Ming army to snatch them from the city and burn them, and they would spread the food and scatter them.

Wang Zunzhi felt that his future was dark. The only thing he wanted now was to survive. Only by surviving could he protect his family and at least let them have a bowl of rice.

In fact, isn’t this also the intention of the officers in the city to send people like themselves? They know very well that if they don’t work hard, their families in the city will soon suffer bad luck.

He sighed. He looked at the white world again. God blessed him, the ancestors of the Ming army and other ancestors will let him go this time, don’t come again!

Or he worshiped too many gods and Buddhas, so that the gods and Buddhas all pushed each other and forgot about this matter. Before Wang Zunzhi could completely spit out his breath, many black spots appeared at the end of the vast wilderness. The black spots expanded rapidly and turned into a famous cavalry in his sight, running towards him like a lightning.

"Enemy attack!" Wang Zunzhi roared loudly. "Gather and form a formation."

More than a thousand soldiers began to gather in panic. Sledges were dragged to the middle, and grain bags were pieced up as their cover. The shield players raised tall shields, and the spearmen raised the spears. The few archers were in the middle, and more than a thousand soldiers shrank into a circular formation, passively waiting for the arrival of the Ming army.

At this time, they had no choice but to hold on until the Thunder Army cavalry who were in this area came to rescue them.

Wang Zunzhi was a very experienced general. The third consecutive trip to the city to protect grain also allowed him to accumulate some experience in dealing with the Ming cavalry, which also made him react very quickly. When the invading enemy was still several miles away from him, he had already completed the organization of the turtle shell formation here.

The food that should have been heavily protected was now blocked by him as a sandbag without hesitation, and sledges were thrown around him at will. These became the first things to block the attack of the Ming cavalry.

If life is gone, what else should I do? If the Ming army can be defeated, the grain can still be eaten. If it fails, there will naturally be nothing left.

Wang Zunzhi's first priority was to save his life, which was also the reason why he survived the first two food transports, because he persisted for a longer time. Of course, he sent less food in the end.

But what does this matter? Even if you just carry a bag of food to Shuanglian City in the end, the soldiers there will still be grateful to them.

Everything was ready, and Wang Zunzhi had time to look at the coming Ming army. This time, his heart and soul trembled.

There are a lot of people coming this time!

This was the first wave of attacks, and there were hundreds of cavalrymen coming from the Ming army.

Wang Zunzhi's pupils contracted slightly, and he instinctively felt a huge threat. The Ming cavalry that came this time did not seem to be much the same as what he encountered the previous two times.

He widened his eyes and looked at the Ming army getting closer and closer. Yes, it was different. First of all, it was the weapons. These more than a hundred cavalry were holding horse lances and wearing sabers, but each of them had a bow on their backs.

Cavalry and shooting are not something that any cavalry can do. The Ming army scouts I encountered in the past were considered the most elite, but among the scouts, only one or two could have the ability. But now, more than a hundred people on the opposite side are carrying a bow.

Then there is the size.

Even if the Ming army came this time, even if they were riding on horseback, Wang Zunzhi could see that they were all tall and tall, while the Ming army in the past had all the figures. Now this group of people is like selected from many people, and their figures are almost the same.

His hands trembled slightly.

This is a different army, just like the Thunder Army of the Qin Dynasty, but ordinary scouts from the Ming Dynasty can confront the Thunder Army. If a specially selected strong soldier comes, can they still withstand this time?

Wang Zunzhi did not expect him to repel the Ming cavalry, he could only defend passively, and the only hope to repel these cavalry was the Thunder Army cavalry who was traveling outside.

This was indeed the case in the past.

With a whoosh, a feather arrow was inserted into the outer grain bag with a sharp roar. Wang Zunzhi was shocked again. The bow he used was much closer to the range of the starting bow, but above this distance, the Ming army at the forefront actually easily shot the feather arrow onto his position. What does this mean?

"Arrowman, get ready!" he roared.

But the first one was the opponent's feather arrow.
Chapter completed!