"No matter what you do, you must concentrate!" This is Xu Laojun's words, when he said this, there seemed to be a sense of confidence and pride in his eyes, Chang Sihao understood the meaning in his eyes when he swung his knife.

Under Xu Laojun's **, he has made rapid progress, although some knife details are not as good as Xu Laojun, but he has surpassed him in speed.

Usually the flesh of one of the corpses of the other veterans has not yet been removed, and he has already thrown the second corpse on the case.

"Don't ask for speed, your heart must be steady!" Xu Laojun threw out these words 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 in his heart. He wanted to end it as soon as possible and get away from it as soon as possible.

"It's useless to run away. ”

Xu Laojun's voice was very cold when he said this, far less cordial than usual.

Where there is a cause, there must be an effect, where there is a beginning, there is an end, and where there is life, there must be death, and there will never be an escape.

- Even if one avoids all this, the heart can never avoid it. No matter how cruel the truth is, the only way to face it is to accept it.

Chang Sihao understood that he wanted to force himself to accept it, but deep down, there seemed to be a power that was silently refusing.

He once asked Xu Laojun why he didn't kill and eat the war horses in the city. Xu Laojun said with a smile that there are dead bodies every day, and when the war horses are killed, where can they be found? And when the enemy is attacking the city, the cavalry can give full play to its characteristics of fast speed and flexible mobilization, and attack it behind it, and the chances of victory will increase if it strikes twice. This is not a noble horse slut, but everything must be for the sake of defending the city.

Rao is like this, when Chang Sihao swings the knife, there is still a feeling of pain in the skin.

"Your hands are shaking because your heart is cold, and you must know that they are no longer human beings, but flesh. Xu Laojun said, "Don't, there's no need to think too much, watching the knife in your hand pass smoothly between the flesh and bones, just like an iron plough in the fertile land, so that there is the joy of pioneering in your heart, there is a longing for the autumn harvest, and you will no longer feel cold!"

Chang Sihao gradually discovered that, as Xu Laojun said, those corpses were really no longer people, just flesh wrapped in bones, they were perfectly wrapped and delicate, like a problem specially designed for him. And what he has to do is to solve this puzzle with a knife.

He tried his best to calm his mind, and sure enough, his hands stopped shaking.

He suddenly found that when his hand was steady, the speed of cutting meat was faster!

He carefully asked Xu Laojun for advice on knife handling methods and human body structure, from the epidermis, to the blood vessels, to the muscles, to the tendons, to the bones...... He was familiar with the characteristics of the joints, so he rarely injured the blade again, so that the interval between sharpening the knife became longer and longer, and he became familiar with the position of the tendon, and knew where the whole piece of flesh would fall off with a single cut. He also found a lot of rules, such as hanging the corpse with a hook when deboning, which was nearly one-third faster and more efficient than putting it on the case, and then he simply rotated the corpse quickly and swung the knife at the same time, cutting the flesh more than twice as fast.

And so—

The soldiers and civilians in the army began to have a feeling.

The meal became punctual, the stew tasted much better, and there was a change of style, meat slices, meat rolls, meatballs...... Every once in a while, there will be a bowl of sauce bones. Although everyone knows what kind of bone and meat it is, it is better to change the method once in a while than to eat meat pieces and drink soup monotonously every day.

The people began to rumor that there was a chef with good skills in the room, and some people said that the cook was a beautiful girl, who had worked as a cook in the house of Lord Fu in Wei Zhen, and the hooves were very attractive. So this cook became the object of everyone's talk, this one said how big her belly was, and the other swore how long her hair was, all of which seemed to be seen with their own eyes.

Others said that the cook was just a child, no more than fourteen years old, and that he was a monster to do the work of several people by himself.

The person who says this is usually scolded and kicked twice, because he should not tell the truth and ruin everyone's dreams.

After kicking and scolding, everyone got together again and continued to talk about the mysterious and beautiful cook.

Chang Sihao also heard these rumors, he smiled and didn't think about it, devoted himself to his work, listened to stories and jokes with the old soldiers in his spare time, Xu Laojun was literate, so he taught him to read the "New Book of Discipline and Effectiveness" distributed in the army, and told him the etiquette in the army, for him, as long as he was not hungry, he would no longer have to worry.

Seeing that he quickly adapted to everything, Xu Laojun taught him to handle fresh corpses again. After the siege, the soldiers retreated, Chang Sihao and a group of old soldiers carried knives and buckets out of the city, stripped off the clothes and armor of the corpses, cut off the heads, connected the blood in the bucket, and then cut open the abdomen, took out the internal organs that could not be preserved for a long time and threw them aside, and then carried out a simple disposal of the corpses, transported them into the city with the blood buckets, and piled the corpses in the center of the slaughterhouse-like compound, and poured the blood into the large vats covered with iron lids in the corners.

When the work was done, they gathered the heads and entrails together and set them on fire, but usually before they could be burned, the entrails were torn apart and devoured by the crows.

When the fire was ignited, the heads of the martyrs were burned to a scorched paste, and the thick smoke and dust drifted into the sky with hair and dust, like the wolf smoke of the beacon, cold and majestic.

At this time, a person would stand on top of the city, silently looking down at the fireworks that seemed to dissipate their souls. Xu Laojun said that that was the commander Cheng Yunfeng Cheng.

Lord Cheng loves the people and compassionates, is loyal to the country, has a high period, is well-known and well-known, and is deeply loved by the army and the people.

Chang Sihao looked up at the head of the city, only to see that Master Cheng's eyebrows were crossed, his starry eyes were cold, his nose was straight and his mouth was wide, his short beard was slightly upturned, his lips were tight, he gave people a cold look, a sense of heart, and a slight trace of loneliness and sentimentality in his resolute face.

Chang Sihao had no time to look ahead, bowed his head and continued his work, but when his hand touched those corpses again, he thought of Master Cheng's expression, which made his heart, which had been calm for a long time, flooded with sadness.

When the skull was burned one day, the old soldier next to him stabbed Chang Sihao: "Baby, adults smile at you!"

Chang Sihao squinted at it, Master Cheng was looking at himself, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, showing a slight smile, this smile was a little desolate, but it was full of strong human touch, which made people feel more cordial.

Suddenly, I saw Cheng Yunfeng's face change, beckoning and shouting loudly, followed by the sound of gongs, and sounded the signal to close the team.

When Chang Sihao looked back, he didn't see any soldiers coming, but he heard the faint sound of horses' hooves, like the sound of cooking meat in a cauldron. The faces of the old soldiers around him immediately changed, and they rushed to the city with a bucket and a knife. More than 20 soldiers pushed together, the city gate creaked forward, and soon closed to only a crack left, Chang Sihao ran desperately, when he rushed into the city, the scenery in front of him was dark, the city gate was closed, the gate fell into the groove, the people in the city hid and hid, a hurry, the old soldiers, the soldiers had nowhere to go, shrunk their heads and squatted in the corner of the city wall.

Chang Sihao also squatted down like other people, and wondered in his heart, everyone had never been afraid of being like this in the past. I saw the flags around the shaking and spreading, crackling and crisp sounds, after a while, the world suddenly darkened, the fine sand rushed in from the crack of the door and the city like a strong wind pushing the fog, the sound of buzzing and booming was getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, and suddenly heard a sound of "bang", I don't know what hit the city gate, followed by "bang", "bang", "bang", "bang", "bang" The arm-thick city gate actually began to shake, the amplitude became larger and larger, and the door bar rattled in the card slot, and it seemed that it could break at any time, and at the same time, the table tennis outside, like something was knocking on the city wall frequently and quickly. The light around was extremely dim, and the air was full of dry sand and dust, which made people breathless.

Chang Sihao lifted the collar to his head, his head was tied into the crotch, and his body shrunk into a small ball, after a full half an hour, all kinds of sounds gradually faded away, and this sandstorm was over, he stuck his head out of his clothes, shook the soil, and found that the sand had reached his ankles. The old soldiers and small soldiers next to them also stood up one after another, and some scolded: "His grandmother's! Make another mouthful of dirt!" and some said: "Come on! This time the wind cage has not entered the city, you can burn high incense!"

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

The old soldier said: "You don't know? It's the salon roll! If you are caught up in this thing, no one will run, so we all call it the wind cage." ”

Chang Sihao ran to the head of the city to search, only to see that about eight or nine miles away, a pillar of sand connecting the sky and the earth was moving into the distance, and the small flags around him were waving, as if the power of the tornado had not yet been dissipated.

He stirred his tongue in his mouth and spat out the sand: "Why don't you come in time for war? ”

"Hehehe," Lord Cheng and a few relatives were inspecting the damage to the city wall, and when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Child, you have to rely on people to fight, you can't count on God!"

A personal attendant looked at the slope of the outer wall and said worriedly: "My lord, the damage to the wall this time is not small, it seems that we have to step up the repair." Another scolded: "This wind cage knows that it will harm us!"

"Hehe, don't say that, in fact, it also knows how to do good deeds, you see," Cheng Daren smiled and pointed to the city-everyone looked at it according to their words, only to see that there were large and small stones, as well as broken tree trunks, all kinds of broken farm tools and other things, which were obviously carried by the wind--Cheng Dadao: "See? People know what we lack to defend the city, and they have sent all the rolling wood and stones home, and you still scold?"

Everyone looked at Lord Cheng and looked at the city, and they were all happy.

Chang Sihao smiled and said, "Open the city gate! I'll go down and move in!"