Life in Film and Television: Starting from the Jinshui Bridge

Chapter 162
Shocked worship was only for a moment, and none of the soldiers of the Eighth Regiment could resist the temptation of fresh mutton.

Burning the fire, a spear was used as an iron stick to wear mutton, and it couldn't wait to roast it on the bonfire.

After a while, the surface of the mutton was roasted with a layer of attractive mutton fat.

Liu Meng didn't want to waste this good mutton, so he took out the seasoning from the space, squeezed into the crowd, and began to smear the seasoning on the mutton.

Spread the seasoning on it, and under the fire, the irresistible aroma diffuses instantly;
The soldiers of the Eighth Regiment who had been tempted to go through life and death and fought fiercely for two days and one night couldn't help swallowing their saliva one by one.

An hour later, the roast lamb was ready, and Liu Meng handed over the job of dividing the meat to Wen Wuji.

With his back against the city wall, Liu Meng slowly ate the mutton in his hand.

After a while, Zhang Xiaojing held some mutton in his left and right hands, and sat down beside Liu Meng.

While gnawing on the mutton, he said vaguely:

"Mengzi, you are really good. Where did you get the mutton?"

Hearing this, Liu Meng continued to nibble on the mutton, and replied casually:

"In the Tuqi people's camp..."

After speaking, Liu Meng didn't speak any more.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaojing, who was gnawing on mutton, paused in his hands, turned his head and looked at Liu Meng with a complicated expression.

His mood at this time can be described as ups and downs.

You know, the Tuqiren's camp is not so easy to break into.

Not only did Liu Meng go, not only did not disturb any of the Tuqi riders, but he also came back unscathed;

Not only did he come back unscathed, he even ate a whole lamb from Tuqiren.

Zhang Xiaojing admired this kind of courage and strength.

The arrows that Liu Meng picked up were divided among them, and the soldiers of the Tang Army who ate the mutton, except those on duty, fell asleep.

Liu Meng didn't waste time. After his consciousness entered the space, he began to train hard.

He doesn't fall behind in sword skills, archery skills, and fighting.

Even for equestrianism, he selected a stallion from the stables and trained it carefully in the open space.

The next day, as expected by Liu Meng, the Tuqi people did not come to attack.

The exhausted soldiers of the Eighth Regiment took a rare good rest all day.

Liu Meng also had to admire these soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, they even had leisure, and heard Wuji tell them about the prosperity of Chang'an.

Disregarding life and death, talking and laughing loudly;

I don't worry at all, whether I will be able to live in the next moment.

It was midnight again, and everyone took it for granted, watching Liu Meng pick up the empty quiver and slip down from the city wall.

Maybe it was, longing for Liu Meng to steal another sheep back. It was rare that no one fell asleep.

Sitting around the bonfire, talking about things in their respective hometowns.

Not surprisingly, when Liu Meng came back, he brought back a large number of arrows and a whole sheep.

At this moment, no Tang army soldier regarded Liu Meng as a young man.

One time may be luck, then two times in succession, stealing sheep from the enemy camp back unscathed.

Then it's not as simple as luck, it's strength, truly tyrannical strength.

Unknowingly, Liu Meng's appeal in the Eighth Regiment was even lower than that of the school lieutenant.

On the fourth day, the good luck did not continue, and the Tuqi people on the opposite side came to reinforce them.

It was still five hundred riders, and their arrival instantly made the soldiers of the Eighth Regiment sink into the bottom of their hearts.

There are only dozens of people on our own side plus lightly wounded. Even with the convenience of the city wall, it is impossible to withstand so many enemy attacks.

There are 600 enemy troops, even if one person rushes up to spit, they may drown them.

However, none of the soldiers of the Eighth Regiment retreated. The Tang army was invincible and dared to fight to the death;
As the pride of Tang people, they are not allowed to back down.

The enemy began to charge, and all the soldiers of the Eighth Regiment were ready to shoot.

Liu Meng did not obey the order to shoot arrows, but relied on his own strong strength to shoot arrows when the rider was 300 meters away.

His idea is very simple, shoot as many as possible from a long distance, and reduce the pressure on his colleagues.

Now Liu Meng's archery skills, within 300 meters, are really hitting every shot, and the arrow hits the vital point.

There were no less than a hundred of the sudden knight soldiers who died at the hands of Liu Meng.

If this was placed in the early Tang Dynasty, when Li Shimin ruled, with this military merit, he could definitely get a title.

It's a pity that the Minister of the Ministry of War who has just taken office is Lin Jiulang.

His military exploits are destined not to be reused and promoted.

Liu Meng didn't care about the military exploits either, he still had to take advantage of the eight years after the Battle of Fengsui Fort to make a good layout of Chang'an.

Let the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which is gradually westward, return to its peak.

At a distance of 300 meters, under the desperate charge of the sudden knight soldiers, it cost nearly [-] lives and rushed under the wall of the beacon castle.

The sudden knight soldiers shouted desperately, one after another, they climbed the ladder and climbed up the city wall.

But the most unfortunate thing happened. The officer of the school lieutenant was shot and killed on the top of the city by the enemy.

Liu Meng didn't pay attention to his life and death, and Liu Meng didn't have much affection for such foolish and loyal people.

Whether he died or not was irrelevant to him.

The remaining soldiers of the Eighth Regiment, under the leadership of Corporal Wen Wuji, used fire bombs to blow up the attacking cavaliers to death under the city wall.

Seeing that there was nothing to do, the sudden knight soldiers retreated like a tide amidst a long horn sound.

After the war, all 50 survivors of the Eighth Regiment gathered around the captain's body, silent.

Liu Meng didn't pay attention to these, took advantage of this time, leaned his back on the battlements, and closed his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, Ding Laosan shouted like a lunatic:
"We can't stay here any longer, no reinforcements, no reinforcements will come to reinforce us...

I don't want to die here without knowing why. . . . "

Before he finished shouting, the angry Zhang Xiaojing threw him down on the city wall and covered his mouth.

While Ding Laosan was struggling in vain, he let out a 'woo-woo' sound that no one could hear clearly.

Corporal Wen Wuji looked at the demoralized crowd with a sullen face, and said in a deep voice:

"The reinforcements will definitely come, it's just a matter of time..."

After finishing speaking, Wen Wuji also seemed to know that this situation is really slim, so he shouted loudly:

"There are no cowards in the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and there are no cowards in my Eighth Regiment..."

Then, Wen Wuji raised his left hand to make a fist, and beat his right arm vigorously, and then moved the fist slowly and forcefully to the position of his heart;
He beat it hard a few more times, and shouted hoarsely:
"The Eighth Regiment, Nine Deaths Without Regrets, No Retreat..."

The sound fell, and the breath of iron and blood permeated the city head full of arrows in an instant.

At this moment, the remaining soldiers of the Eighth Regiment were all infected by Wen Wuji and involuntarily made the same movements.

He clenched his fists, beat his right arm and chest, and shouted in unison:
"The Eighth Regiment, Nine Deaths Without Regrets, No Retreat..."

(End of this chapter)