After verifying, he handed the letter to the other party and prayed, but he didn't know how the other party was going to send the letter.

Thinking about it again, it seems that there are really a lot of ink organizations in the Korean army, and I am afraid that there is not only a line hidden among the people who sent the letter to transport food.

The people who received the letter were from the company next to them, and they didn't know them before, but they could know from the route they took back to the camp just now.

Urged by the drums, a new round of siege seemed to be about to begin again.

After more than ten days of fighting, the gap in the city wall, which was originally dozens of steps wide, had been nearly tripled, but the Wei and Han coalition forces also paid a great price.

The gap was too small, and the Zheng people inside could both organize counterattacks and use artillery blockades, making the attack extremely difficult.

The bombardment outside the city walls and the scramble for climbing the city inevitably had to pay a great price every day.

After a lot of efforts, they finally had a large enough gap where they could deploy their camps, move their artillery forward, and hoard troops to prepare for deployment, and the purpose of the Wei-Korean coalition in the past few days was to stabilize the gap.

The piled up corpses already emitted some foul stench, and a large number of corpses were piled up under the walls near the breach and in the open space behind the breach.

At this time, the weather is not very cold, in late autumn and early winter, the temperature in Xinzheng is not low, and the corpses will swell up after three or five days of accumulation on the ground.

From time to time, there would be bursts of popping and popping sounds, which also dealt a big blow to the morale of the Wei-Han coalition army.

In the main general's account, as the main general's humerus to assist the wings, the main medicine, to cure gold sores, to cure all diseases, is making a statement to the main general of the Korean army.

"General, although some of the Mo family's truths are absurd, there are also some truths that can be used. Now that the corpses are piling up, it will take time for our army to break through the city, and the army is gathered, and the epidemic is prone to life. ”

"Besides, the accumulation of corpses is not good for the morale of our army. Why don't you send a few henchmen to the city and agree to clean up the corpses. ”

"One can prevent the plague, and the other can make the soldiers dare to use their lives. Corpses piled up, and the soldiers did not want their corpses to rot under the scorching sun. ”

The commander of the Korean army understands the current situation, and it is impossible to capture Xinzheng before reinforcements arrive.

The battle for the gap lasted for several days, with many casualties, and only a small place where the offensive could be deployed.

Unless we wait for reinforcements and follow-up artillery to arrive, make a feint attack on one side and a feint on the other, and open a few more gaps, it is possible to capture Xinzheng.

The war will continue for a while, and the corpses are piling up, which is indeed quite bad for the morale of the army.

Except for a few days ago, the city took advantage of the lax defense outside the city to organize a counterattack, most of the corpses that have not yet been contained are from the Wei and Han coalition forces, which makes it seem that there are a lot of dead people, and the soldiers are frightened.

Fang Shi is the humerus wing of the general, presiding over all kinds of ordinary work, after all, the war is not just about the two armies against each other for a few hours, Fang Shi's opinions are very reasonable.

The commander of the Han army said: "That's fine." At the time of the Heze Alliance, the Mo family advocated the establishment of healers on the Zhuxia battlefield, and it was they who advocated that the truce for the reception of corpses must be observed. ”

"They shouldn't refuse, just be quick and don't give them too much time to recuperate."

"When the body is contained, let the warlock be buried."

It was not up to Fang Shi to decide who to arrange to go inside to negotiate, and besides, this matter was not a matter for the Han army.

Fang Shi retreated by himself after speaking, and this is enough, no matter how much he can't say, otherwise it will be easy to expose problems in the future.

By evening, the men who had entered the city to negotiate returned, and the city agreed to contain the corpses before dark. However, it was forbidden to carry a sword, and the Zheng people would not attack, and if someone carried a weapon, it would be regarded as fraud.

Wei Han organized more than 1,000 people, without carrying weapons, to enter the open space below the city wall and behind them, and used various tools to bring back the corpses on the ground.

Some of them rotted to the point of stickiness when touched, so they were shoveled up with tools such as shovels.

Approaching the second line of defense in the city, several people quietly looked at the people behind them who were cleaning up the corpses, which was still dozens of steps away from the second improvised wall built in the city, and this dozens of steps away was the farthest point of the attack these days.

Because the gap had not been expanded before, the force could not be deployed, so it was some of the people who died here on the first day of opening the gap.

One of the captains in the crowd touched the letter in his arms, thinking about how he could have a chance to deliver it.

He doesn't have to think much about the future, his parents have died, and he has not married, and several people in the same army are similar to him, and they are all the first batch of "professional soldiers" in South Korea.

The people in the same army are also ink masters, and when they turn over the corpses, they are even more disgusted with this kind of unjust battle.

Zheng Guo is a small country, he didn't find anyone and didn't provoke anyone, Wei Han just coveted other people's land wealth, so he wanted to kill people. Killing the Zheng people also killed their own people, and the lives of these soldiers who died here should be counted on the Wei Han monarchs and marquis who advocated war, according to the Mo family.

Wu Chang could even think about how much suffering would be brought if Korea chose to move the capital to Xinzheng after occupying Zheng State.

If South Korea moves its capital, it must be moved with a large number of Koreans, otherwise there will be a lack of Koreans in the capital of Zheng Guoguo, who has a blood feud with South Korea, and Han Hou will also be afraid.

If you want to move people, then someone has to move away, and it is impossible for the Korean people who have moved to drink the northwest wind, and they must have land.

Zheng Guo was destroyed, Zheng Guo's public land, Fengtian, and aristocratic fiefs must have belonged to Korea, but the people on the land were not Koreans, which required exchange: drive the people here to the old Korean fiefs to be farmers, and then move some Koreans here.

This has been the case since ancient times, and the first thing to do after the city is broken is to move people, which has been a matter of course since ancient times.

But it is also this kind of natural and deserved to be so, so that more and more people who have accepted the enlightenment of the hundred schools of thought began to be full of hatred for the existence of the aristocracy, and with the extension of this ignorant spontaneous hatred, they gradually understood the irrationality of the old system and the old world.

Wu Chang, who held the letter, believed that everything he did was in line with the general righteousness and was also beneficial to himself, after all, his own interests could only be fought for by himself, and benefiting the world could ultimately benefit himself.

After lamenting, all he could think about was how to get the letter into the city.

Rushing over, the people of the city will inevitably choose to shoot with muskets and crossbows, and the distance of fifty paces is not so easy to run.

As the corpses next to him gradually cleaned up and the sky gradually darkened, Wu Chang suddenly thought of what he should do.

Just when the shouts from behind for them to hurry up came, Wu Chang and his comrades around him suddenly put down the corpse in their hands and took a few steps forward.

A white cotton cloth came out of the captain's arms and flew high in his hand.

He didn't choose to run fast, because if he did, he might be attacked by the city.

In the stunned gazes of those in front of and behind them, the five people opened their mouths and sang a song in the Korean dialect.

They believed that no matter whether the people defending the city were from Sishang or Zheng Guo, whether they could understand what they were singing in these dialects, as long as they sang it, it would make people know what they were going to do.

It was a cheerful tune, sung on such a stench and dead evening, as if the sun had risen again to drive away the stench and darkness.

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good!"

"The common people are singing over and over again today."

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good!"

"Even if there are still people who want to harm the world, everything will be settled."

"The enemies of the common people are terrified and afraid, but we say that it is too good."

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good!"

"In the past, Zi Mozi seemed to be prophesying, singing the tune of the common people, telling the people of the world:"

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good! Even if there are still people who want to harm the world, everything will be settled. ”

"The common people of the world have been silent for a thousand years, and now it is time for the silverfish to repent and admit their mistakes."

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good! The silverfish should confess their mistakes for wealth that does not belong to them. ”

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good! Following the motto of "Promised Land", all the people make the law of the world, ah, it will be good, it will be good, it will be good! ”

"We're going to make the silverfish bend their knees, we're going to make the common people raise their eyebrows, ah, they'll all be good, they'll all be good, they're all going to be good! True morality will guide us. ”

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good!"

"The common people are singing over and over again today."

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good!"

"Even though thousands of years have passed, the people will still remember this."

"The rule of unrighteousness will come to an end, and the forces of justice will prevail."

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good! The common people no longer need the great doctor and marquis who passed on the bloodline. ”

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good! Equality has become the moral upper class of the world. ”

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good! Trample all the silverfish to death. ”

"Ah, it's going to be good, it's going to be good, it's going to be good! Hang that silverfish on a stake......"

The song is cheerful, but you can't hear the smell of blood in the tune.

It's like a sunset on the horizon, the color is like being stained with blood, but unless there are very special circumstances, no one thinks of blood.

It is very similar to Zheng Guo's most popular love songs or the slang songs sung at folk gatherings, and it uses the style of "Fu" and "Xing" that are not too standard but can still be heard.

The battlefield that had been briefly quiet was made quieter by this cheerful-sounding song.

Those Wei Han soldiers who were busy cleaning up the corpses raised their heads and looked at the five people who were holding white flags in the distance and were constantly approaching the Xinzheng New City Wall, and put down the corpses in their hands blankly, listening to what they were singing with their ears sideways.

I couldn't hear it clearly.

Soon the same tune was sung on the new city defenses.

However, it was even more difficult to hear, because it was not Yayin, nor was it Wei Han dialect, but the more vernacular Zhengguo dialect and Sishang dialect, so I was even more at a loss.

The tunes are the same, but the pronunciation is very different.

Those who can sing will not be at a loss, because even if they can't understand the lyrics, they can understand the song.

There are many people who can understand, such as the alchemists in the battalion, the officers of the new army, the craftsmen who accompany the army, and the officials in the jurisdiction...... Looking at the five people who were getting closer and closer to the city wall, they prayed silently.