Erlongshan Fort is named after Erlongshan Mountain behind the fort. There are only more than 100 households in the whole fort, with less than 400 people.

Originally, there was no people here, but Tun Fort was built here since the Han people immigrated to Nuer Gandusi.

The Han people who immigrated here cut down trees to build houses, digging out the roots of the soil to keep warm, and survived the cold winter.

The fertile land gave the abundant harvest, which made the immigrants shed tears in excitement. They had never heard of the grain produced by thousands of kilograms per mu. The piles of grain were placed in front of them, making them feel as if they were living in dreams.

Although this makes the name of growing grain a bit ugly, called "potato", as long as people can survive, it is the best food.

The gray-haired old man Zhong sat under the big tree, looking at the young man in the open space, standing straight under the scorching sun, and unconsciously smiling.

The children also imitated the militia, and their little faces were covered in sweat and still remained motionless. The smile on Old Man Zhong's face became even stronger. It was not until this moment that he was sure that going north was the most correct thing.

If I continue to stay in Hangzhou as a canal worker, there will be food piled up in the cellar, there will be gentle and virtuous daughter-in-law, there will be grandson in the cradle, and there will be...

Old Man Zhong was thinking, but he heard the rushing sound of horse hooves outside the castle. As far away, the knight immediately shouted: "Qiu Laohu! Is Qiu Laohu here?"

Hearing the shout, the man who was training the militia was happy, and then replied: "Bad Luo Xiaoji, shut up!

The sky hasn't collapsed yet? What are you yelling here?"

After saying that, Qiu Laohu limped towards the fort gate, and a piece of his calf was actually installed with a piece of wood.

When he walked out the door, Qiu Laohu leaned against the fort gate and said carelessly: "Luo Xiaoji! You have become the postmaster. You look down on your brothers back then. You don't even want to go into the fort and sit in the fort?"

"I call Luo Feng, and then call Luo Xiaoji, don't blame me for being anxious about you?" The postman named Luo Feng was covered in dust, and only the medals that were cut by ten people on his chest were particularly bright.

"So what if you are anxious? Don't look at me, you can still beat you up all over the ground with your teeth!" Qiu Laohu said disdainfully.

Luo Feng showed an awkward expression and said, "My Brother Tiger! Just let me go!

This time the military situation is tight, and I am anxious that I can’t delay any trouble. There are still five or six treasurys to go, so don’t bury me!”

Hearing the four words "Military Emergency", Qiu Laohu put away his unhappy expression and unconsciously stood upright: "Is there any military information?"

Luo Feng said solemnly: "Boye has an order, and more than 50,000 Tumote tribes went south to invade Nuergandus!

The villages and forts along the way are solid and clear, and they are moved to the big city!

Brother Qiu! Your Erlong Fort is located on the border and may be subject to a surprise attack at any time. It would be better to take your fellow villagers to transfer earlier!"

After saying that, Luo Feng clasped his fists at the horse and slammed his legs into the horse's belly and galloped towards the distance. Qiu Laohu punched the fort gate with a heavy punch, turned around and walked back.

Looking up, I saw the villagers with a smile on my face and the sturdy Erlong Fortress, with a strong reluctance on my face.

Only he knew how much sweat the villagers shed when Erlong Fort was built and how joy the villagers were when Erlong Fort was built.

But he knew better about the ferocity of the grassland Tartars. Once surrounded by them, Erlong Fortress would be no longer immune. But if he escaped, he would be burned here.

He is really unwilling to give up, but what can he do if he is unwilling to give up? Only when people live can they have everything in the future. Erlong Fort is gone and can be built again, but if people die, they will...

He believed in the royal postmen, Li Fan, Jingbei Bo, and even more so that he believed in the thousands of Han people who immigrated to this land.

When they heard that the whole group was about to transfer, Erlong Fort exploded. The women cried and shouted, the elderly beat their chests and stamped their feet, and the young and strong were even more eager to try.

"Village Chief! Don't you often say that if you learn the martial arts you teach well, one or two Tartars are not opponents?

We have so many people and the strong Erlong Fortress, are we still afraid of a few Tartars?" Zhong Lin's words caused 70 or 80 young and strong present to be angry, and they shouted to drive away the Tartars to defend Erlong Fortress.

The white-haired old man Zhong also said, "Tiger! The old man knows your difficulties, but Erlong Castle is everyone's hard work.

In order to build Erlong Fort, the sixth boy broke his leg by a big tree and kept it for more than half a year before he recovered.

The wife of Wu Chi's family was almost burned to death, and..., aren't you even tired of losing your legs?

If we leave, the place will be completely destroyed. What if the Tartars don’t pass by us?

What if there are not many Tartars coming, what if we keep it?

Besides, we have arranged a retreat on the mountain!

If it really doesn't work, it's not too late to retreat..." Old Man Zhong said, and the villagers nodded repeatedly and began to persuade him.

Qiu Laohu said, "Friends! I, Qiu Laohu, don't want to leave my hometown, but this time it's different!

There are 50,000 Tartars coming, but how many of them are in Erlong Fort?

Our Erlong Fort is just a wooden fortress. How long can it last? If Erlong Fortress is broken, all the people in the fortress will be finished!

I believe that only the villagers are there, and Erlong Fortress can be rebuilt even if it is destroyed. If the people are gone, everything will be gone!”

The sincere words made the villagers silent. A few turbid tears flowed in Zhong Lin's eyes, and he turned his head and walked towards his home silently.

The rest of the people turned around silently without a sound. Qiu Laohu felt like a stone was pressed on his chest, which almost made him breathless.

He turned his head and looked into the distance, his teeth chewed and cursed in a low voice: "Damn Tartars! I won't let you go!"

Transfer is not an easy task. First of all, too much food cannot be taken away, and it cannot be left to the Tartars.

Old Man Zhong suggested that each family bring only a small amount of grain, and all the rest is buried in the cellar. In this way, after the Tartars retreated, they could still take out the grain for the winter.

The wells must be filled to death, and the Tatars will not be given any opportunity to take advantage of. In addition, the things in their homes must be buried, so that the Tatars cannot grab anything.

This work alone lasted for a day, and it was not until late at night that each family had freed. Zhong Lin hugged his wife and said softly: "Yingzi! I have made you suffer with me. I promise this is the last time and I will never let you be frightened again!"

The petite woman in her arms trembled and said in unskilled Chinese: "Husband! It is Sakurako's greatest happiness to be able to marry you!"

Just when Zhong Lin and his two friends were in a strong relationship, the big bell suddenly rang on the wall of the fort, and the dull and rapid bell sounded throughout Erlong Castle.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

Zhong Lin suddenly jumped up from the kang, put on his clothes, grabbed the spear placed at the door and ran out, leaving his wife with a worried look on his face.
Chapter completed!