Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 818 Liu Hongjian's Precautions for a Rainy Day (fifth update, add update 1220 for the Silver League)

Niu Dabangchui and the others went in with torches to have a look, each exclaimed, and Niu Dabangchui inadvertently yelled Liu Hongjian's catchphrase.

Isn't it just a lot of meat, including beef, mutton, and horse meat, which piled up a hill, but some of these meats were cooked and some were raw, and even a few sheep didn't even shed their wool, and their necks were still intact. There is blood.

There are more than a dozen wooden barrels next to the meat mountain, filled with fresh water slowly, Chang Yu was surprised to hold the torch and walk around, and found that there were still several boxes of musket ammunition that were in short supply, as well as AKM magazines, and the bullets were all empty. It is pressed well.

Kuo Duan must have been thirsty for a long time, lying on the edge of the wooden barrel, it was a burst of drinking, Niu Dazhuan saw that Kuo Duan was getting started, so he couldn't help joining the camp, only Chang Yu shook his head and held back He turned around and called for help.

There are too many things, and a few of them can't keep up.

After a while, all the things moved to the center of the cave amidst the exclamation of the crowd, and a group of people surrounded Roushan, and the mouth water was about to flow down. Liu Hongjian watched it and remained silent.

These things are naturally taken out of the ring.

Years of fighting everywhere, Liu Hongjian thought more than once that one day he would fall into such a desperate situation. The space in the ring has been vacated due to the consumption of bullets over the years, and the time in the ring is still, so he doesn't have to worry about the food. broken.

At first Liu Hongjian just put a bucket of drinking water and two cow legs in it, but later he felt that it was not thoughtful, so he gradually stuffed things into it.

Especially when he went out to build slaves, he killed many war horses who built slaves. The thousands of horse corpses collected were made into delicacies by the gang leaders in Shanhaiguan. Dozens of pots of meat were distributed.

Of course, Liu Hongjian did all these things by himself, and he didn't care about the thicker lines of the Niu Da Bang Chui. In fact, he also found a hiding place when he went to fetch things just now.

Although he wasn't worried about being seen by his subordinates, it was still too shocking, and he didn't want to be treated as a monster one day.

Afterwards, when he went on expeditions to Korea and Rakshasa, if he couldn't finish eating beef and mutton, Liu Hongjian always stuffed a batch into his ring to prevent accidents.

Even the fresh water in the ring has a lot of origins. If the source must be investigated, the water in these wooden barrels is all made in Lake Baikal.

The light blue lake was so beautiful that Liu Hongjian couldn't take it away and couldn't live there, so he had to order his personal guards to pack a lot of lake water. Both Niu Dabangchui and Chang Yu knew about it.

It's just that the two of them had seen too much of Liu Hongjian's weird behavior, so they thought it was their adults who had become playful again, and didn't take it seriously.

After so many years, the things stored in the ring are messy, including all kinds of meat and water, as well as clothes and snacks prepared by the wives of the family before the expedition, and even small gadgets that have not been cleaned up since the supermarket was raided.

Prepare for a rainy day, be prepared for danger in times of peace, Liu Hongjian's mind is full of these words now, and he has counted countless times for his own foresight at the beginning.

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

"Each person has three taels of meat and a glass of water. Take turns and save some." After explaining a few words to Chang Yu, Liu Hongjian found a corner and sat down.

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

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

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

Seeing the soldiers holding up the meat and not wanting to eat it, Liu Hongjian smiled gratifiedly.

Suddenly, I miss my wives who are thousands of miles away, wondering what they would be like if they knew his current situation.

The girls Xiaoxue and Kunxing would probably turn their eyes red from crying, but Xiuxiu would definitely not cry. This girl has a unique temperament, the more disasters befall her, the stronger she will be.

Probably at the moment Liu Hongjian fell, she would fall.

Early the next morning, Liu Hongjian stretched and got up from the quilt.

Naturally, the quilts were stuffed on him by his wives in fear that he would be cold. Although there were several sets of this thing in the ring, Liu Hongjian was not willing to take it out for his brothers to use.

After all, it was all stitched by my wife stitch by stitch, and eight hundred people are not suitable for anyone.

The meat ration in the morning was half a catty per person. After all, he might have to face battles during the day and consume more energy, although Liu Hongjian felt that there would be no battles today.

Since the Dutch made it clear that they wanted to starve them to death, there was no reason to fight again at this time, and it was indeed the case. They didn't even fire a single shot on the island all day.

Liu Hongjian once sent people to scout the Dutch cautiously, thinking that it would cost you two days, and Nash also sent people to follow, thinking that they would starve you for two days.

As a result, a strange scene appeared on the island. Both sides knew that they were mortal enemies, but both chose to wait without fear.

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

Last night, Wu Yunzhong, the manager of Xishan Commercial Cooperation, finally confirmed their location after repeatedly surveying the sea charts. The nearest land to this island is Busan, which is about [-] miles north, which is North Korea.

But this is really too difficult, how to break through the encirclement to ask for help, who can cross the ocean of a hundred miles?
Moreover, there is no navy at all in the North Korean province. Even if Pegasus spread the news to the capital of Daming overnight, and then sent a navy to support the imperial court. Three or two months is simply impossible.

In three to two months, Liu Hongjian's bones probably stink.

But Wu Yunzhong and Chang Yu insisted on trying, and one of the [-] or so surviving members of the Beiyang Navy, named Feng Long, volunteered to lead the way, but there has been no news of it until now, and it is unknown whether he was captured by the Dutchmen. Still exhausted in the vast sea.

In the evening of the next day, it really rained heavily on the island. The Dutch stood on duty in the heavy rain cursing, but the Ming soldiers in the encirclement were very happy to use various utensils to hold water.

With this rain, they could persist for at least three more days. The happiness of the rest of their lives made the soldiers of the Ming army very satisfied, even if they slept on stones without bedding, even if they couldn't eat enough.

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

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

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of scorching. Baron Nash sniffled.

"What's the smell?" Baron Nash frowned and asked Froman who was beside him.

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

(End of this chapter)