Retreat all the way from Abudaligang to Luotuling, we were almost half of the people in Niulu. My brother-in-law Sodom and brother-in-law Hushta were both killed in battle. My nephew Qiqimu, who was only 14 years old, also died. He was not killed by the Ming army, but fell into the ravine and fell to death when he fled with me.

Later, we were ambushed by another Ming army. Although we broke the ambush circle of the Ming army under the command of Erbeile, after the war, we only had 35 people left in Niulu. When Hetuala followed the Khan to fight for the oath, our Niulu was full, with a total of 300 people.

This battle was so miserable, it was so miserable.

We thought we could return to the capital after breaking through the Ming army's ambush circle, but no one expected that the way back would be cut off long ago.

In order to go back, Erbeile commanded us to attack the Ming army's defense line again. This time, 35 of us were organized into the Inlaid Blue Flag, and I, Niulue, have really become stronger.

After two days of attack, the Inlaid Blue Flag Niulu where I was, was beaten away. I don’t know how many times I and the rest of the people were assigned. In the end, I became the Third Armor of the Inlaid White Flag, and the Eleventh Niulu.

There were only more than 80 people in the Eleven Niulu at that time.

The war can't be fought anymore, too many people died in battle, and even the white-armored soldiers of the Khan, the most elite soldier of our Eight Banners, were lost. The bodies piled up in front of the Ming army's defense line were nightmares that I would never forget in my life.

We were surrounded, surrounded by tightly.

I thought the Ming army would launch a final attack on us, and we would be relieved. But the Ming army did not do this. They just surrounded us, did not attack, nor sent people to persuade us to surrender, just as if they were busy with other things and couldn't care about us.

The stop of the fight made us even more desperate.

It’s okay to have no place to sleep, but how can you live without food?

At first, the superiors asked us to kill horses, but there were not many war horses left in the army, and only one horse was assigned to the Eleven Niulu.

A horse is for us to eat for more than 80 people. How long can we eat it?

But we couldn't control it anymore. We worked together to slaughter the horse and divide the meat. Because there was no iron pot, we could only hang the horse meat and roast it.

There was no salt, but the roasted horse meat made everyone forget their fear, and everyone swallowed it. The feeling of food in their stomachs was really more comfortable than playing with women.

We had to eat this horse for three days, and then we had nothing to eat again. The eleventh Niulu's Eyeshou went to ask Jiala for horses to eat. But Jiala said there was no horse, so we asked ourselves to find a way or cook the horse bones and eat them.

How to eat horse bones?

There was no choice but to go to Zhenghuangqi to borrow an iron pot and get water from a small ditch to boil it.

Not to mention, the horse bone soup made is quite flavorful and sticky, but unfortunately there is no salt.

I snatched a leg bone from the pot, cut it open with a knife, and greedily sucked the bone marrow inside. The taste was the best delicious I have ever eaten in my life.

In the end, the horse bones were gone.

Everyone was crazy, and they went to peel the bark and dig mice. Everyone's eyes were red when they looked at people.

In order to eat, everyone can say that they have tried their best.

A little guy named Brante found an island nest in a tree, but as soon as he came down from the tree, the rest pounced on it like hungry dogs.

Dozens of people were snatching the bird eggs in Brante's hands, and I was snatching them too. In order to eat the bird eggs, no one recognized each other, even relatives were snatching them.

The robber pressed Brante under him, and the rest squeezed up again. Dozens of people just stacked together, and their screams were no different from beasts.

Later, someone heard Brante asking the egg to be crushed, and the big guy got up from him. The bird eggs were indeed broken, and the shells were stuck to the egg yolks and scattered all over the floor.

Everyone stared blankly, and then rushed to the ground at the same time, holding up the yolks stained with soil like pigs, sticking out their tongues and licking them desperately.

I couldn't squeeze in, I could only watch them licking enviously.

It was very cold that morning, and because it was raining, the fire could no longer be produced.

Little Brandt and I snuggled up to each other to keep warm, and the sound from our ears was the "gurgling" sound of each other's stomachs.

"Do you think Big Baylor will bring troops to save us?" Little Brante looked at Luotuling and asked me.

I don't know how to answer his question. This place is less than twenty miles away from the capital. If Big Bell came to save us, he would have brought his troops long ago.

"Don't think about it, live as much as you can."

I really don't want to talk because I think that saying more is passing away my life. How I hope to be able to fall asleep and then meet the immortal god in my sleep.

But hunger made me unable to fall asleep at all. The squirming of my stomach was so tormenting. I closed my eyes and didn’t think about when I would die, nor did I think about Dajin or sweating, but only thought about my relatives in the capital.

I don’t have tears, because I’m so thin that I can’t even have tears.

In a daze, I heard the sound of Little Brante standing up. I didn’t know where he went and didn’t want to care. It was now, and where he was not dead.

But, I still opened my eyes, and I was thinking maybe Little Brante was going to find something to eat. No matter what he found, even if it was a worm in the mud, I would definitely snatch it and stuff it into my throat at that time.

But Little Brante in his sight did not dig anything, but supported him with a piece of tide wood until he walked to the edge of the ditch.

I know that in that place, every day when the sun comes out, there will be a red-haired ghost monk doing rituals, which is said to be to save us.

I don’t know if I should be angry or thank you, because we are not dead yet!

My ghosts and gods supported me and stood up and followed Little Brandt tremblingly. Not only me, but many people also came over.

Everyone looked at the opposite side of Xiaogou quietly, and no one spoke.

The Ming army not far away did not care about us, and the officers in the flag behind did not care about us.

The foreign monk appeared on time. He seemed not surprised or uneasy about the appearance of us. He just looked at us kindly while inserting the tall cross on the edge of the ditch.

Then stand in front of the cross and start the ritual of salvation.

We don’t understand the scriptures that the foreign monk recites, but each of us is very peaceful, as if we are talking to Changshengtian.

The foreign monk's ritual was completed soon, and we knew that he was leaving, and everyone was very disappointed. At this moment, Little Brante suddenly took a few steps forward, and then stepped across the small ditch and walked to the foreign monk step by step.

The foreign monk was still not afraid of anything, but just looked at Little Brante calmly.

Little Brante knelt in front of the foreign monk, licked his cracked lips, and murmured: "Master, can you give me some food?"

The foreign monk seemed to be able to understand what Little Brante said. He kindly touched Little Brante's head and asked him with a smile: "So are you willing to devote yourself to God?"

This is Jurchen, and we were surprised.

"willing!"

Little Brante nodded firmly.

"Take this and go there, my child."

The Yang monk took out half of the cake from his arms and stuffed it into Little Brante's hand. Then he pointed to the Ming army's defense line behind him, and said, "Child, don't be afraid, go there."

Little Brante stood up, and he walked towards the Ming army's defense while biting half of the cake.

We were all shocked, not by the little Brante surrendering to the enemy, but by the half pie in his hand.

I don’t know who came out again, and then everyone knelt forward one by one in front of the foreign monk. Finally, I knelt down too.

Then, we really got the guidance and sympathy of the foreign monk, and the Ming army really did not kill us.

They took us to a place far away from the battlefield, and gave us half a piece of cake and a bowl of salt water each. After we finished eating and drinking, they threw us shovels and asked us to dig holes in the place they designated.

I am very happy because I finally have a burial place and will not become a bone in the wilderness.

I am also grateful to the foreign monk because his words keep the count and he really made us devote ourselves to God.
Chapter completed!