Several people took torches in and took a look, and each exclaimed in surprise, and Niu Dabang inadvertently shouted out Liu Hongji's mantra.

It's just a lot of meat, there are beef, mutton and horse meat, and a small mountain is piled up, but some of these meats are cooked and some are raw, and even a few sheep have not even withdrawn their hair, and there are blood stains on their necks.

There were also more than a dozen wooden barrels next to Roshan, and the barrels were filled with slow fresh water, Chang Yu was surprised to take the torch and spare it, and found that there were still several boxes of musket ammunition in short supply, as well as AKM magazines, and the bullets were all pressed.

Kuoduan estimated that he was thirsty for a long time, lying on the edge of the barrel and cooing was a burst of binge drinking, and the cow mallet couldn't help but join the camp when he saw that Kuoduan was getting started, only Chang Yu shook his head and turned around to call someone to help.

There are so many things that they can't keep up.

After a while, all the things moved to the center of the cave amid the exclamations of everyone, and a group of people were about to flow down the mouth of the meat, and Liu Hong gradually saw that he was silent.

These things are naturally taken out of the ring.

After years of fighting everywhere, Liu Hong gradually thought more than once that he would one day fall into such a desperate situation, the space in the ring has been empty due to the consumption of bullets over the years, and the time in the ring is still, he doesn't have to worry about food spoiling at all.

At first, Liu Hongjian just put a bucket of drinking water and two beef legs in it, but then he felt that he didn't think about it, so he gradually stuffed things into it.

In particular, when he went out to conquer Jiannu, he had killed a lot of Jiannu's war horses, and the thousands of war horse corpses collected were made into delicious food by the gang leaders of Shanhaiguan.

Of course, Liu Hongjian did all these things by himself, and he didn't care about the thick lines of the cow stick mallet, in fact, he also found a hidden place when he went to pick up things just now.

Although he didn't worry about being seen by his subordinates, it was a bit too shocking, and he didn't want to be taken as a monster one day.

After the expedition to Korea and the expedition to Rakshasa, whenever the beef and mutton could not be eaten, Liu Hongjian always had to stuff a batch into the ring in case of accidents.

Even the fresh water in the rings has a great origin, and if you have to find out where it comes from, all the water in these barrels is made in Lake Baikal.

The light blue lake was so beautiful that Liu Hong couldn't take it away and couldn't live there, so he had to order his own guards to install a lot of lake water, which Niu Dabang and Chang Yu knew.

It's just that the two of them have seen a lot of Liu Hongji's strange behavior, and they think that their own adults are playing with their hearts again, and they don't take it seriously.

Over the past few years, the things stored in the ring are disorganized, including all kinds of meat, water, clothes, snacks prepared by the wives of the family before the expedition, and even gadgets that have not been cleaned up since the supermarket was cleaned.

Taking precautions and being prepared for danger in times of peace, Liu Hong's heart is now full of these words, and he has made countless temporary points to his foresight.

"Don't ask, if you live, there is hope." Liu Hong gradually said meaningfully to everyone.

"Three taels of meat per person, a glass of water, come in rotation, save some use." After explaining a few words to Chang Yu, Liu Hong gradually found a corner and sat down.

The consumption of more than 800 people will not be less, and the meat can barely last for seven or eight days, but fresh water is a big problem, and according to the current number, it will last for three days at most.

After all, the only place where fresh water can be used is the desert out of the sea, and the chances of an emergency in these two places are very small.

But Liu Hongjian is not too anxious, it is summer now, and there is still a lot of rain on the sea, unless his luck is too bad.

Seeing that the soldiers were reluctant to eat the meat, Liu Hong smiled with relief.

Suddenly, I miss my wives thousands of miles away, and I don't know what they will be like if they know his current situation.

Xiaoxue and Kunxing's two girls are estimated to cry red, Xiuxiu will definitely not cry, this Nizi has a unique temperament, the more difficult it becomes, the stronger she is.

Probably at the moment when Liu Hong gradually fell, she would fall.

Early the next morning, Liu Hong gradually stretched his waist and got up from the futon.

The futon was naturally given to him by his wives who were worried that he would be frozen and stuffed into him, although there were several sets of rings in this thing, Liu Hong was gradually reluctant to take it out for his brothers.

After all, it was all sewn by the wife with a needle and a thread, and it was not suitable for 800 or so people to give it to anyone.

The meat ration in the morning was half a catty per person, after all, he might have to face a greater consumption of battles during the day, although Liu Hong gradually felt that there would be no battle for a day today.

Since the Dutch clearly wanted to starve them to death, there was no reason for them to fight again, and it was true, and not even a single shot was fired on the island all day.

Liu Hongjian once sent someone to carefully scout the Dutch, and said that it would take you two days first, and Nash also sent someone to keep an eye on you, and said that he would starve you for two days first.

So there was a strange scene on the island, both sides knew that they were mortal enemies, but they both chose to wait without fear.

Nash was waiting for the Ming soldiers to starve to death, and Liu Hongjian was waiting for reinforcements, although the odds were very slim.

Last night, Wu Yunzhong, the manager of Xishan Shanghe, finally confirmed their location after repeated surveys of nautical charts, and the nearest land to this island was Busan, which is about 100 miles to the north, that is, North Korea.

But this is really too difficult, how to break through the encirclement to ask for help, not to mention, who can cross a hundred miles of ocean?

Moreover, there is no sailor in the Korean province at all, even if Pegasus transmits the news to the capital of Daming overnight, and then sends a sailor to the imperial court to support, tossing back and forth in the east and west, and counting the preparation time for the sailor army, it is impossible to go without three or two months.

And in three or two months, Liu Hongji's bones are estimated to stink.

But Wu Yunzhong and Chang Yu insisted on trying, and one of the remaining 200 or so people of the Beiyang Naval Division named Feng Long volunteered to take the order, and there has been no news so far, and I don't know whether he was captured by the Dutch or died of exhaustion in the vast sea.

The next evening, it really rained heavily on the island, and the Dutch stood on duty in the heavy rain with scolding, but the Ming soldiers in the encirclement were very happy to use all kinds of utensils to hold water.

With this rain, they could hold out for at least three more days, and the happiness of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe made the Ming soldiers extremely satisfied, even if they slept on stones without bedding, even if they did not have enough to eat.

By noon on the third day, Nash finally couldn't sit still, because the Ming army not only did not appear to be starving at all, but came to visit the class more frequently every day.

Of course, Liu Hongjian felt that the time was almost up, and he was worried that the Dutch would attack, but this was a naked provocation in the eyes of Baron Nash.

A sea breeze blew, and the air seemed to smell burnt, and Baron Nash sniffled.

"What does it smell like?" Baron Nash frowned and asked Froman to the side.

"My lord, it seems to be ...... It seems to be ...... The smell of burnt meat. Froman also frowned, and said subconsciously.