The corners are adjusted to break the Qingqiu, and the conquest is leaning against the garrison building.

The spring breeze faces the green tomb, and the sun sets in Liangzhou.

There is no obstacle in the desert, and there are tourists traveling in the poor border.

The love of the foreign land is like this water, and I wish to flow south forever.

"Things on the Border" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Qiao

——I am the dividing line—

As the snow was blowing, Zhao Ziri, the captain of the New Dynasties of Daqi, was also covered in layers of clothes, like a big rice dumpling, staggering in the knee-deep snow. This cold and dripping weather in the northern part almost cost him the life of a local tyrant from Lingnan.

Although he used all his means and favors and even sent the woman to his Shangguan's bed, he could not escape the fate of being conscripted this time. In fact, not only him, but also Shangguan and Shangguan of Shangguan were recruited into the second reinforcements to Dasanguan.

Because, after the previous attacks and great migrations (escape), there has been a serious shortage of manpower in Chang'an City; although a group of people have been moved from the ten miles of the capital to fill the city's yard one after another; but when it is really necessary to recruit and dispatch strong men, they are still ineffective and are able to catch them.

The snow fell so heavily during the march that they could hardly see the outline of the heaven and earth, nor the direction of the sun and the moon, and there was only a vague outline of the figures that were ten steps away. Therefore, from time to time, people fell down, fell on the snow, and were reluctantly pulled up.

Because of the hasty when setting out and the uneven warming measures of each other. Among the teams that passed by, people kept unknowingly getting frozen, their noses, ears, fingers and toes were frozen. More people simply had frostbite. Whenever they stopped camping, they sat by the fire to bake for warmth, they couldn't help but feel itchy and painful; then they broke and ulcerated into a piece of elbows.

Some people even fell into the snow when they couldn't stand it in the middle of the night, and when they got up, they had already frozen into popsicles along with the urine column. Some people simply disappeared at night, and they didn't know if they escaped due to the wind and snow, or were frozen to death in some wild corner.

Therefore, the group of more than 60 people who had been maintained by a small short seller finally completed more than 100 people before leaving Beijing; after just one night, more than a dozen people were reduced due to various reasons; and the journey from Chang'an to near Xianyang also took them a full daytime situation.

However, after receiving a batch of clothes and blanket supplies from Yingtun Branch in Xianyang, he moved along the official road that was covered with snow and could not see its original appearance. The pace became more and more difficult. What's worse was that the firewood and hot soup food that should have been provided along the way, and there were problems with alcohol. People began to fall behind frequently and injured.

Even after the third day, the frequent lost caused by heavy snow and fog was lost, and even the food that barely provided basic hot soup and a few sips of wine were gone, leaving only the dry cakes that were frozen hard, even after being heated in your arms, like chewing wax, and the dry cakes that needed to be swallowed with ice and snow were distributed to everyone;

But as they took advantage of this gust of wind and snow, they still recalibrated their position and returned to the road built by the former court along the Jingshui River. However, some livestock were frozen to death and more manpower could only pull the large carts of supplies, and the speed of travel was greatly slowed down again;

Zhao Ziri's group alone lost more than a dozen people. Some fell into the river and the snow nest formed by the ditches, but they had no strength to get up and waited for others to find that they had been frozen. Some people were lying in the snow as they walked. If they didn't help them up in time, their breath would be broken little by little.

Later, even Zhao Ziri, who was wrapped up layer by layer, felt extremely sleepy and insensitive, as if his hands and feet were not his own, but could only move forward mechanically with his basic instinct. The only motivation that could support them was that they might exist in the cities ahead, where warm soup and food and a place to shelter from the wind and snow.

I don’t know how long it took, but I saw two soldiers who gave up and took the initiative to sit down, no matter how they beat, scolded and shouted, slowly turned into two staggering sculptures in the snow, and were stripped naked by others passing by without hesitation. Suddenly, good news finally came from the front.

They finally arrived near Wugong County where Wutingchuan and Weishui converged. This was a Chi County in the capital, which was enough to provide this tired and hungry army with enough temporary shelter and corresponding materials. Therefore, after more than half an hour of difficulty, they finally saw the gray outline of the city under the gloomy sky that was about to darken.

After passing the chaos and chaos after entering the city, Zhao Ziri also fought several times with his friends and neighbors and grabbed an abandoned temple near the city gate as a temporary residence for his subordinates. He counted the heads again, but found that there were only more than seventy people left. In the quiet and cold area of ​​Wugong County, there were no traces of the existence of the people.

When the weather finally turned dark, the group where Zhao Ziri was in finally received the french carbon and ingredient food that he had given today. However, on the cart that had been right, there were still only baskets of cold dry cakes and a small pottery jar of wine; and the so-called french carbon was just bundles of snowflakes, with the thick and thin branches of newly cut stubble.

"A dog-raising a bastard, is this going to force us to die?"

The next moment, Zhao Ziri suddenly kicked on the cart like an explosion, and shouted in anger:

How could these newly cut branches with juice be used as firewood to keep warm? Even if they need to use them on weekdays, they have to dry them with charcoal fire. But at this moment, they are hungry and tired, so how could they have so much time to find fuel to make a fire again? Did they remove their last place with a place with a well-deserved roof and large siding siding?

However, no one present could answer his question, and Zhao Ziri could only say to himself like a trapped beast:

"Where are those charcoal and charcoal that are conveniently lit? Where are the canned food and wine? When I left Beijing, I clearly saw with my own eyes that loaded hundreds of trucks of parts... where did they go?"

The next moment, a resolute look flashed across his face, and he shouted roughly to his left and right:

"This is not possible. Anyone who can still move will fuck you. Let me go to the grain table to find out what happened. You can't just make people lose money like this!"

So, a group of confidants led by Zhao Ziri quietly passed through several dark streets and rushed to the main gate of the Confucian Temple in the county where Liangtai Courtyard was located. Only then did they find that it was surrounded by many soldiers with open flames and sticks. They couldn't help but be shocked. Could it be that the Liangtai Bureau was prepared and wanted to give up on the spot.

However, the noises that erupted among the soldiers in the next moment made him stop.

"The Heavenly Killed Grain Station..."

"Let the grain station come out and say it!!"

“Why don’t there be hot food…”

"The firewood you give is wet..."

"I don't have enough places to live in the city. Is this going to freeze people to death?"

"I promised to have the winter clothes and blankets for everyone's head. I haven't given enough of them yet. How many people have been killed along the way...

"Where is the regular supply of spirits? Why are there only those local wines that coax people in the countryside...?"

Amid the sounds that came one after another, Zhao Ziri led people to the back of the school; then looked for a gap in the wall and climbed in, and suddenly saw a pile of baggage piled up in front of him. He also silently led people forward, and carried the things he thought were useful.

After throwing many bundles of canned food outside the wall and drying chicken, duck and pig legs, Zhao Ziri turned his target to the wood-carbon piled on the ground; however, the next moment his joy turned into surprise, because under the seemingly piled up of charcoal and charcoal, there were many hay that was not enough to stand burning.

However, this delay made the hustle and bustle of the front door of the school, which was originally distracted by the hustle and bustle of the Grain Table guard who had suddenly come back and shouted loudly:

"Who?"

"Someone trespassed..."

"How dare you steal food stations..."

The next moment, Zhao Ziri gritted his teeth and pushed to the fire cage that was standing beside him, igniting the curtain of tents covering objects, and shouted sternly to the outside world:

"Brothers, come in and see, there is nothing left in the grain station..."

However, this sentence was like Mars thrown in a dry firewood, which ignited a kind of long-accumulated resentment and dissatisfaction on the spot. In an instant, it turned into a shocking impact and a door-bumping sound. Then, when Zhao Ziri jumped out of the gap in the wall in chaos, it was also the beginning of the change that broke the front door of the grain platform and caused countless angry soldiers to swarm in...

In the Chang'an City where they came from, the night banquet in the Mingtang of the Daming Palace in the north, with Huang Chao, the emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty, leaving the venue early, Li Junru, who was actually the only one in charge of the political affairs hall, became the focus of everyone's respect and compliment. However, his mind was not entirely in this banquet.

It was not until the five-year tour and after three rounds of drinking, Li Junru took the opportunity to change clothes to the side hall behind the hall; he said lightly to Zheng Yuntang, the new Guandi Transport Author, who was following closely behind, and said:

"I don't know where the second-road aid troops have arrived? Are there enough things along the way to make me feel welcome?"

"But please rest assured, just follow the account book and never make any mistakes."

Zheng Yuntang said with a slight look on his face: Then he smiled slightly:
Chapter completed!