"No matter what you do, you must concentrate!" These are the words of Xu Laojun. When he said this, there seemed to be a sense of confidence and pride in his eyes. When Chang Sihao swung his knife, he understood the look in his eyes.

meaning.

Under Xu Laojun's guidance, he made rapid progress. Although he was not as good as Xu Laojun in some details of knife handling, he had already caught up with him in terms of speed.

Usually, before the meat of one corpse of another veteran soldier was finished, he had already thrown the second corpse onto the case.

"Don't ask for speed, keep your mind steady!" Xu Laojun said this at the right time. He asked Chang Sihao to give up speed because he saw through his heart.

——He pursues speed because he still has fear, pain, and sadness deep in his heart. He wants to end it as soon as possible and get away from it as soon as possible.

"Escape is useless."

Xu Laojun said this in a cold voice, far less cordial than usual.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect. If there is a beginning, there must be an end. If there is life, there must be death. You can never escape or escape.

——Even if people avoid all this from a distance, their hearts can never avoid it. No matter how cruel the truth is, we can only face it and accept it.

Chang Sihao understood that he wanted to force himself to accept it, but deep down in his heart, there seemed to be a power that silently refused.

He once asked Mr. Xu, since there were still war horses in the city, why not kill them but eat them. Mr. Xu laughed and said that there were dead bodies every day. If the horses were killed, where could they find them? And when the enemy attacked the city, the cavalry could use its speed.

Quickly, mobilize the characteristics of flexibility, surround them, and attack twice, and the chance of winning will increase. This is not because noble horses are cheap, but because everything must be considered for the sake of defending the city.

Even so, when Chang Sihao swung the knife, he still felt the pain of being hurt by something like it.

"Your hands are shaking because your heart is cold. You have to know that they are no longer human beings, but flesh." Xu Laojun said, "No, there is no need to think too much, just look at the things in your hands."

The knife passes smoothly through the seams between flesh and bone, just like the iron plow is plowing through the fertile land. In this way, you will have the joy of pioneering and the longing for the autumn harvest in your heart, and you will no longer feel cold!"

Chang Sihao gradually discovered that, as Xu Laojun said, those corpses were really no longer human beings, but just meat wrapped around bones. They were wrapped perfectly and delicately, like a difficult problem just for him.

What he has to do is to use a knife to solve this problem.

He tried his best to calm his mind, and his hands no longer shook.

He suddenly discovered that with a steady hand, he could cut the meat faster!

He carefully asked Xu Laojun how to handle the knife and the structure of the human body, from the skin, to the blood vessels, to the muscles, to the tendons, to the bones... He became familiar with the characteristics of each joint, and rarely hurt the blade, making it easier to sharpen the knife.

The intervals between cuts became longer and longer, and he became familiar with the location of the tendons. He knew that with just a light cut, the whole piece of meat would fall off. He also discovered many patterns, such as using the corpse with a knife when removing bones.

Hanging it on a hook, the speed and efficiency increased by nearly one-third compared to putting it on the case. Later, he simply quickly rotated the body and swung the knife at the same time, cutting the flesh more than twice as fast.

then--

Soldiers in the army and civilians all began to have a feeling.

Meals are served on time, the stew tastes much better, and there are changes in styles, such as sliced ​​meat, meat rolls, meatballs... Every once in a while, there is a bowl of sauced bones. Although everyone knows what bones they are.

Meat, but occasionally changing the method is better than eating meat and drinking soup every day.

Folks began to spread rumors that a cook with good skills had come to the kitchen. Some people also said that the cook was a beautiful girl who had worked as a cook in the house of Mr. Wei Zhenfu. Her legs were very attractive. So the cook became

She became the subject of everyone's talk. This one vividly talked about how big her butt was, and the other swore about how long her hair was. It was as if they could see it with their own eyes.

Others said that the cook was just a child, no more than fourteen years old at most, and that he was small and strong. He could do the work of several people by himself. He was a monster.

Anyone who says this is usually scolded and kicked because he shouldn't have told the truth and ruined everyone's dreams.

After being kicked and scolded, everyone gathered together again to continue talking about the mysterious and beautiful cook.

Chang Sihao also heard these rumors. He smiled and didn't think about it. He devoted himself to his work. In his free time, he followed the old soldiers to listen to stories and tell jokes. Xu Laojun was literate and taught him to read the "Xu Laojun" distributed in the army.

"Ji Xiao Xin Shu" and taught him military etiquette. For him, as long as he is not hungry, he has no worries.

Seeing that he quickly adapted to everything, Xu Laojun taught him how to handle fresh corpses. After the siege, the soldiers retreated, and Chang Sihao and a group of veteran soldiers went out of the city with knives and buckets, and took out the corpses one by one.

Take off the body's armor, cut off the head, collect the blood in a bucket, then cut open the abdomen, take out the internal organs that cannot be preserved for a long time and throw them aside. Then the body is simply processed and transported into the city together with the blood bucket.

The corpses were piled in the center of the large abattoir-like compound, and the blood was poured into the large vats with iron lids in the corners.

After this work was completed, they would gather the heads and entrails together and set them on fire, but usually the entrails would be torn to pieces and devoured by swarms of crows before they were even burned.

When the fire was ignited, the heads of the martyrs were burnt to pieces and smelly, and thick smoke carrying hair and dust floated into the sky, like beacon tower smoke, cold and majestic.

At this time, there would be a person standing on the top of the city, silently looking down at the fireworks that seemed like wisps of dissipated souls. Xu Laojun said, that is Master Cheng Yunfeng, who directs the affairs.

Mr. Cheng loves the people, cares for the soldiers, serves the country with loyalty, has a long life, is famous as a hero, and is deeply loved by the army and the people. Therefore, he suppresses the territory with a large number of troops. There is no food or reinforcements in the city, but no soldiers and people flee, and they are willing to die together.

Chang Sihao looked up at the top of the city and saw Mr. Cheng's sharp eyebrows, cold starry eyes, straight nose and broad mouth, short beard and slightly curled lips, giving him a cold expression, full of worries, and a resolute face.

, with a hint of loneliness and sadness.

Chang Sihao had no time to look around and lowered his head to continue his work. But when his hands touched the corpses again, he thought of Mr. Cheng's expression, which made a ray of sadness appear in his heart that had been calm for a long time.

One day when the head was being burned, the old soldier beside him poked Chang Sihao: "My dear, my lord is smiling at you!"

Chang Sihao glanced sideways, and saw Master Cheng looking at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a slight smile. This smile was a little bleak, but full of a strong sense of humanity, making people feel more cordial.

Suddenly, Cheng Yunfeng's expression changed, he waved and shouted loudly, followed by the sound of the gong, the signal to close the team was sounded.

When Chang Sihao looked back, he didn't see any soldiers coming to kill him, but he heard the faint sound of horse hoofbeats, which sounded like the sound of a big pot cooking meat. The expression of the old soldier beside him immediately changed, and he ran towards the city with a bucket and a knife.

More than twenty soldiers pushed hard together, and the city gate creaked forward, and soon closed with only a crack left. Chang Sihao ran desperately, and when he rushed into the city, the scenery in front of him darkened, the city gate was tightly closed, and the gate bars

It fell into the slot with a clang, and people in the city were hiding and hiding. There was a commotion. All the veterans and soldiers had nowhere to go, and squatted in the corner of the city wall with their heads down.

Chang Sihao also imitated the others and squatted down, feeling strange in his heart. In the past, everyone had never been afraid of being like this when dealing with the enemy. He saw the flags and flags fluttering around him, making a crisp sound. After a while, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and the sound was thin. The sand rushed in from the cracks in the door and the city head like a strong wind pushing through the fog. The buzzing and roaring sound got closer and closer. Suddenly, there was a "bang" and something hit the city gate, followed by "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", kept ringing all the time, the louder and louder, the louder and faster, the city gate that was one arm thick actually began to shake, and the amplitude became larger and larger. The bar rattled in the slot, as if it might break at any time. At the same time, it was pinging and pinging outside, as if something was tapping the city wall frequently and quickly. The surrounding light was extremely dark, and I couldn't see my fingers. The air was filled with dry sand and dust flying around, making it suffocating.

Chang Sihao lifted up his collar and put it on his head, tied his head into his crotch, and curled up into a small ball. After half an hour, all the sounds gradually faded away, and the sandstorm was over. He He stuck his head out of his clothes and shook the soil, only to realize that the sand had reached his ankles. The old soldiers and soldiers beside him also stood up one after another, and some cursed: "It's his grandma's! Again Make a mouthful of dirt!" Some said, "Come on! This time Feng Cong doesn't enter the city, so just burn some incense!"

Chang Sihao asked the veteran next to him: "What is the wind cage?"

The old soldier said: "You don't know? It's just a salon roll! If you get caught in this thing, you won't be able to run away, so we call it a wind cage."

Chang Sihao ran up to the top of the city to search, only to see a pillar of sand stretching from the sky to the ground about 60 miles away. A small flag rustled beside him, as if the power of the tornado had not yet dissipated. .

He swirled his tongue around in his mouth and spit out the sand: "Why don't you come in time for the war? It would be good to take away a few dogs."

"Hehehe," Mr. Cheng was inspecting the damage to the city wall with a few of his followers. Hearing these words as he passed by, he couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Child, fighting depends on people. You can’t count on God!”

One of the followers looked at the slope of the outer wall and said worriedly: "Sir, the damage to the wall this time is not small. It seems that we have to repair it quickly." Another scolded: "This wind cage will harm us!"

"Haha, don't say that. In fact, it also knows how to do good things. Look," Mr. Cheng smiled and pointed to the bottom of the city - everyone followed the words and looked, only to see large and small stones piled there, as well as broken ones. Tree trunks, various broken farm tools and other objects were obviously carried by the wind - Mr. Cheng said: "See it? People know what we lack to defend the city, and they sent all the rolling logs and stones home, and you still scold me? "

Everyone looked at Mr. Cheng and at the bottom of the city, and they were all happy.
Chapter completed!