The sun completely set in the west mountain, and the sky quickly darkened. A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhao Wen sneezed and shivered all over.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, the fire will be on fire soon." Song Hu held a fire sickle, half-kneeling on the ground, and kept rubbing it.

Sparks splashed on the dry firewood, and white smoke gradually rose.

Song Hu came close to the firewood and blew the sparse sparks gently.

"boom!"

The firewood on the ground started to catch fire. Zhao Wen squatted beside the fire and placed a few dry branches on the fire.

The flames licked the dead branches, and soon they started to catch fire.

In another section of the dead branch, water vapor is constantly coming out. This is because the moisture contained in the dead branch has been baked out by the fire.

Song Hu opened the bag on his shoulder, took out a black steamed bun, strung it up with a branch, and put it on the fire to bake.

Everyone sat around the fire and quietly enjoyed the warmth.

From time to time there was a crackling sound in the fire, which was the joints of the branches cracking under the high temperature.

The sparks flew toward the sky along the hot air, and then turned into black ash and fell to the ground.

Zhao Wen rubbed his hands, put them next to the fire, and baked them quietly.

Song Hu took the steamed bun back, shook off the black ash on it, and then broke the steamed bun into pieces.

A stream of white hot steam came out of the steamed buns and hit Song Hu in the face.

Li Xiaosan stared blankly at the steamed bun in Song Hu's hand, drooling all over the floor.

Song Hu broke off a piece and put it in Xiaosan's hand.

The mistress suddenly burst into laughter and put it in her mouth without caring about the burning.

Song Hu divided the steamed buns into four pieces and gave them to Zhao Wen and others.

Fortunately, the steamed buns are big, about one foot square, otherwise it would not be enough for everyone to share.

Zhao Wen took the steamed bun from Song Hu's hand and looked at it carefully.

Zhao Wen originally thought that steamed buns were only black on the outside and white on the inside.

But when he took half of the steamed bun from Song Hu, he discovered that the entire steamed bun was black from the inside to the outside.

Zhao Wen frowned and looked at the steamed bun in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know how to eat it.

Song Hu stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and chewed it with a satisfied expression. He suddenly saw the confusion on Zhao Wen's face and smiled: "What's wrong? You think this steamed bun is too dark? Can't eat it?"

Zhao Wen hurriedly said: "How could it be!"

Song Hu smiled and said, "Have you never seen such black steamed buns before?"

"Yeah!" Zhao Wen nodded slightly.

"Brother Zhao seems to be the kind of son from a rich family. It's understandable that he has never seen such black steamed buns."

Zhao Wen was very white, and he looked like the kind of person who never touched his fingers and rarely basked in the sun. In the eyes of Song Hu and others, his hands were more delicate than those of many women.

Zhao Wen looked at the steamed bun in front of him and couldn't help but think of the time in later generations.

In later generations, Zhao Wen had basically never seen such black steamed buns, and had never eaten them.

After all, in future generations, no matter how poor a person is, he will never be so poor as to eat black steamed buns.

Especially in those schools, the swill poured out every day is much better than the steamed buns in front of you.

"Hey, this steamed bun may be the most unpalatable thing for Brother Zhao, but for us, it is a rare treasure. This steamed bun is mainly made of buckwheat, with some white flour mixed in. Normally

, you can't see this kind of thing at all. You can only eat it the day before the battle." Song Hu looked like he was still unsatisfied.

"Is this thing very precious?" Zhao Wen looked at Song Hu's expression of enjoyment and asked.

"Hehe, in normal times, the food we eat is basically watery, and we have never had a dry meal. Do you think this food is delicious?" Song Hu said with a smile.

Zhao Wen looked at Song Hu's eager expression and mustered up the courage to stuff the steamed bun into his mouth.

"Holy shit, it's actually painful." Zhao Wen's whole face twisted together, looking uncomfortable.

Buckwheat is a miscellaneous grain, and in wealthy families, it is used to feed cows and horses. What is fed to cows and horses will definitely not taste good.

Zhao Wen frowned, glanced at his teeth, and his heart skipped a beat. After chewing a few times, he quickly swallowed it.

"Okay, okay, okay, this is like our brother!" Zhao Daniu said three good words in a row and exclaimed.

Three or four miles away from here, there were five Tatars wearing leather armor and riding war horses.

They were roaming the wilderness recklessly.

"Hey, I seem to see a fire over there!" A Tatar sat on a horse, rubbed his cold and red face, and then pointed in a direction.

"fire?"

The other Tatars looked in the direction of the Tatar's finger with puzzled faces.

Sure enough, there was a fire, and there seemed to be several people beside the fire.

These Tatars instantly became energetic. They jumped off their horses, put bridles on their horses to prevent them from making any noise, and then slowly walked towards the fire.

As the distance continued to increase, these Tatars finally saw the people next to the fire clearly.

"Mandarin duck fighting jacket? This is the Ming army!"

A Tatar's eyes flashed with intelligence, and a bloodthirsty light flashed on his face.

"Hey, it's unlucky for you to meet the descendants of Changshengtian on such a flat land." One of the Tatars turned over and jumped on his horse.

"Charge over and kill them all."

The five Tatars laid their bodies on the horse's back, held the horse's belly tightly with their legs, and marched forward slowly.

When they were about two miles away, these Tatars suddenly puffed up their chests, drew out the scimitars from their waists, slapped the horses on the back hard, and galloped forward.

“Ding-deng-deng!”

The sound of horse hoofbeats could be heard far away in the dark night. Song Hu sat by the fire and suddenly frowned.

"No, there are Tatars!"

Wang Qi was the first to spot the Tatars who were speeding towards them.

"There are five people on the other side, we are finished!" Li Xiaosan had never experienced a real battle after all. The moment he saw the Tatars, he burst into tears.

"What are you saying to be depressing?" Song Hu slapped Xiaosan on the forehead.

Zhao Wen suddenly became nervous when he looked at the approaching Tatars.

"What should we do?" Zhao Wen looked at Song Hu.

"Run, what else can we do?" Zhao Daniu said with a panic on his face and his whole body trembling.

When infantry meets cavalry on the plains, especially when the numbers are about the same, there is only a dead end.

"Can't run away!" Song Hu let out a long breath, hurriedly took out his hard bow, and shot an arrow at the Tatar.

Unfortunately, in the dark night, Song Hu's accuracy was poor, and the arrow missed the Tatar's head.

Song Hu looked at the missed arrow and instantly became desperate.

"It's over!" Xiao San looked at the Tatar cavalry with a desperate look.

Zhao Wen was trembling all over. He looked desperately at the approaching Tatar cavalry. Could it be that I was going to die within a few days of traveling through time?

In an instant, Zhao Wen thought of a lot. He held his hands around his waist and kept trembling.

"Huh? What is this?"

Zhao Wen suddenly touched a stick-like thing on his waist.

"Holy shit, how could I forget this thing?" Zhao Wen burst into tears of joy, hurriedly took out the Type 67 wooden handle grenade and the Big Black Star, and then shouted to Song Hu and others: "We are saved, we are saved.

"

The cavalry was very fast and was less than one mile away from Zhao Wen in the blink of an eye.

A ferocious smile appeared on the Tatar's face, and the scimitar in his hand shone with a cold light.

In the eyes of the Tatars, these people in front of them are already dead. No one can escape under the sword of the cavalry.

Zhao Wen looked at the approaching Tatars, directly opened the back cover of the Type 67 wooden-handled grenade, pulled out the fuse, and threw it towards the Tatars.

The Tatar sat on his horse and looked at a thin Ming soldier throwing a smoking stick with a strange look on his face.

"Hahaha, these Ming soldiers were so frightened by us that they even threw torches at us, haha."

The Tatar looked at the constantly rotating wooden stick and smiled unscrupulously.

Zhao Wen looked at the Tatars who were laughing wildly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed across his face. Laugh? You won't be able to laugh anymore later.

"boom!"

The grenade fell to the ground and exploded. A bright fire enveloped the three Tatars and tore them into pieces in an instant.

Song Hu and others looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment, speechless for a long time.
To be continued...