After winning several consecutive games, but not getting the enemy's trick, the Song soldiers were all excited. Even if they kept eating the least meal, they could not stop their spirits.

And after gaining trust, I immediately stopped Zhang Shijie from his decision to retreat to the sea! Although he was a little doubtful, he was convinced by me in the end. He just faced the battle and planned a retreat at the sea. It seemed that he had no confidence in this battle.

Like him, I am not as optimistic about this battle as the soldiers. The strength and weakness of both sides are already very obvious. Although we barely resisted these battles, the consumption is also quite large. There are old, weak, sick and disabled people around me. There are only less than 70,000 soldiers left at most. On the other hand, the opponent is still sufficiently strong and a continuous Mongolian army is coming.

In addition, although the Yashan area is easy to defend but difficult to attack, the traitor Zhang Hongfan is also a general. What we will face next will be a more fierce attack. We will naturally suffer if we continue to waste this.

So I asked the chef to increase the amount of food tonight. Zhang Shijie saw it and said in disagreement: "There are not much food left now, so Mr. Zhang is afraid that he will do this..."

"General, you think you can't capture it for a long time. What will Zhang Hongfan do?"

I sighed, and Zhang Shijie's face also changed, and then waved his hand to let the chef go down and prepare immediately.

After the chef prepared the meal in the evening, all the soldiers cheered but felt something was wrong. I stood in front of them and shouted in the loudest voice: "The next will be the most dangerous moment of the Song Dynasty. As long as we hold on, we can defend the country. Tonight, everyone eats and drinks well, leave the military force of the garrison, and give me a good rest!"

They responded loudly, and I wiped my face and brought a bowl of water to drink it. Looking at the soldiers in front of me, I felt a lot of emotion.

In modern times, I have been wandering in the city and the countryside, and the few friends I know are all dealing with Yin Ling. It can be said that I have never encountered many normal people, let alone such military life.

No wonder the book says that once you become a soldier, you will feel how small you were in the past.

I shook my head, but my heart seemed to be bleeding, because I knew that the faces in front of me no longer existed in history, and I could not save them.

If I first entered the Yin object space, I still thought about leading everyone to win this war and resolving their resentment, but judging from these battles, it is extremely difficult to win.

I don’t have any expectations, I just hope to leave them a beautiful thought at the last moment!

After hearing my words, the soldiers all buried their heads and ate. Finally, after making arrangements for the garrison, all the rest went into the house to sleep. I walked on the street that was half empty, and I could hear the snoring sounds from the room from time to time. I couldn't help but admire them. Even if there were enemies on the opposite side, even if the enemy would attack at any time, they could still sleep heartlessly.

Or for them, going to the battlefield is really normal?

I shook my head and stopped thinking about it. Just as I was about to go back to sleep, I saw a figure ahead, which was Prime Minister Lu Xiufu. I hurried over and saw him looking at the palace in front of me in a daze.

"Greetings to the Prime Minister." I shouted, and he looked back at me, and asked with a wry smile if I still had no chance of winning.

I didn't lie to them. I think they knew everything. As the most outstanding figure in the Southern Song Dynasty, I didn't need to say these things at all.

So I nodded, he stroked his long beard in a clear way, then looked at the palace: "Tonight the emperor asked me if I asked the chef to add food because he wanted to win."

"What do you say?" I also looked at the palace. It was hard to imagine how the seven-year-old emperor could withstand so many days? Although he was the emperor and food was better than many soldiers, he was probably mentally broken when facing a large number of corpses and a steady stream of enemy troops every day.

You should know that in modern society, he was just starting to elementary school at his age, and he had no worries every day except studying or playing.

Lu Xiufu smiled and shook his head: "What else can I say? Of course, I will tell the Lord that we will definitely win."

"Does he believe?" In modern times, I think this trick of cheating children can deceive a seven-year-old child, but I don't know if I can deceive that little emperor.

Sure enough, Lu Xiufu shook his head again: "The Lord of the Lord naturally doesn't believe it. He only told me one sentence: If you lose, don't hand him over to the enemy."

I was silent. It seems that in history, Lu Xiufu's last idea of ​​jumping into the sea with the little emperor on his back was not his own. I believe the little emperor also understood that if he fell into the hands of the enemy, it would only destroy the last integrity of the Han people.

I knelt on one knee and bowed, but my eyes were red: "Prime Minister, I will do my best."

"Well, we will naturally help each other." Lu Xiufu smiled, as if all the worries had disappeared before, but the pessimism in his eyes was still so obvious when he looked at the palace.

I stayed with him for a while and then went back to the house. The situation was very serious and I had to be very energetic. After all, I was not good at fighting, and even the corpse these days scared me. I guess I would have to take a good rest after going back this time.

I just thought about it all night but couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, the traitor Zhang Hongfan really started attacking. I immediately got up from the bed. The sound of drums sounded in the army. The soldiers in their sleep gathered quickly to fight!

The Yuan army was a desperate fight. Zhang Shijie and I tried our best to block all the places with the least force. One group fell down and the other group would immediately follow.

The archers were also constantly laying arrows. When an archer died, people would not have time to be sad, and they would step on their companions' bodies to fill up the empty space. The rain of bows and arrows temporarily blocked the pace of the Yuan army. Then I asked them to pour the sea water down the city tower, and there was oil mixed inside. The Yuan army rushing in front immediately fell to the ground.

Originally, I wanted to use all of them, but because of the lack of food and grass, there was not much oil, so I could only save it in this way. Although the effect was greatly reduced, it gave us time to buffer.

I turned my head to Zhang Shijie on the side and said, "They attacked too fiercely. We may not be able to hold on. I need some time."

"Okay." Zhang Shijie didn't say a single word, and immediately took my position and began to command the soldiers.

I stepped down from the city tower and stood in the empty street with some hesitation.

Then I looked at the people who fell down from time to time on the city tower and breathed silently: "Even if I become a useless person, I will fight hard!"

I took out a dagger and cut a hole in my finger, sprinkled blood on the ebony core, and then silently recited a few spells. That's right, I want to open one of the ten forbidden formations in the "Yin Fu Sutra" and summon all the undead within a radius of thousands of miles, just to win this battle.

If there were no undead spirits in the past, the spirit gathering array that was a thousand miles apart, but this was a battlefield, everything was missing, but the only thing that was not missing was the dead.
Chapter completed!