Until today, there is finally nothing to eat, and support... has not been provided yet.
Meijiang Village was surrounded by the Japanese invaders, who wanted to trap them, starve them to death, or even make them unbearable and cause internal strife, intending to disintegrate the village from within and thus easily reap the fruits of victory.
"Sir, the letter for help has been sent out for three days. Why is there no support yet? Is it that they didn't receive it? Or has our Meijiang Village been abandoned by the court?" Zeng Zhipeng asked anxiously.
"Yes! Sir, there is nothing left to eat. Not to mention that we men have reached our limit, some of the children are already dehydrated and unconscious."
Tang Peng's lips were dry and cracked, with blood flowing down the corners of his mouth. This was caused by not eating, drinking or sleeping well.
However, after only eighteen days, Tang Peng was so thin that only bones were left, and his previous fat had long been consumed.
"Is there no news from the capital? Where is Mrs. Su... Lu? Where is Mr. Lu? Can we contact them?" Jiang Hong's thin body looked like he was wearing only a robe, and he was blown away by the slightest breeze.
Jiang Hong doesn't know why Su Sijin suddenly left Meijiang Village?
I don’t know where she went?
What have you been doing?
He had privately asked Zheng Jie and Lu Changji, but neither of them knew that Su Si
Because Meijiang Village was isolated and poor, news of the changes in the capital had not yet arrived.
Moreover, they were surrounded by the Japanese invaders, and no news from outside could be passed in.
Feng Zixuan frowned and remained silent.
Although he knew that Su Sijin had gone to the capital, the journey to China was too far and he couldn't provide any help for the time being.
I don’t know what the situation is like in the capital?
Has the secret letter arrived in the capital?
"Sir, can't things get going in Ganzhou Prefecture?" Jiang Hong continued to ask questions unwillingly.
"No, I will mobilize all available personnel and supplies to stop the Japanese invaders in Anfu Town. At the very least, we must stop them in Ningdu County."
We cannot allow the Japanese to break through Ningdu County and harm more people.
"Therefore, forget about support from Ganzhou Prefecture. If there is no other support, we can only save ourselves."
"Save ourselves? We have been out of food for three days. We can't escape even if we have wings. How can we save ourselves?" Someone in the crowd mocked.
"Yes! Even if the capital city received the letter for help, it would take more than a month to get back and forth. By the time the support arrived, we would have starved to death."
"My poor grandson, he's only three years old and he's been hungry for two days."
"Wow... God wants to kill me! God wants to kill me!"
In an instant, desperate cries rang out one after another, making people's noses sore and the tears in their eyes finally flowed out uncontrollably.
Feng Zixuan frowned and remained silent from beginning to end.
If they had food, the Japanese would not be able to capture Mingyue Fort and Wan'an Fort even if they surrounded them forever.
The function of the fort is defensive and offensive, and the small Japanese slaves cannot conquer it.
"Should we surrender?"
A single stone can cause a thousand ripples. When these words were thrown into the crowd, the sad villagers were shocked and their eyes were full of hope.
Zeng Zhipeng glared at the crowd with gnashing teeth, glaring viciously at the silent villagers who hung their heads in despair, brandishing his broadsword. "Who is this fool who says such nonsense? Whoever dares to surrender will be the first to be killed."
The warning is self-evident.
However, there are those who are not afraid of death and continue to provoke, "Since we are going to die anyway, we might as well die with a full stomach."
The voice was very low and the person was hiding in the crowd. Zeng Zhipeng searched everywhere but couldn't find him.
If he were to find these two people who were spreading rumors and confusing the people and disrupting the morale of the army, he would skin them alive.
"Surrender?" Feng Zixuan finally spoke, seeming to be relieved.
Zeng Zhipeng noticed that Feng Zixuan seemed to be reacting strangely, and immediately retorted, "We haven't reached the end of our rope yet. We can't give up. Let's wait a little longer. Maybe there will be a turning point."
"Zeng Zhipeng, don't lie to us. If there really is a chance of recovery, you should get some food out!"
The first person to say surrender no longer hides it.
He broke through the crowd and came to Feng Zixuan, looking down on Zeng Zhipeng.
"Yan Ergou, if you want to go against me, don't do it at this time. How can a man like me from Meijiang Village surrender? Or surrender to the Japanese invaders?"
"Yan Ergou, have you forgotten that your first wife was raped and disemboweled by Japanese slaves? Your first child was still in your wife's womb when those worse-than-animal Japanese slaves cut him out and threw him to the ground, killing him."
"Now that you've married and have children, have you forgotten the pain the Japanese slaves brought us?"
Zeng Zhipeng was very disappointed with his son, but any man with backbone would never surrender to the Japanese invaders even if it meant death.
Yan Ergou was publicly humiliated and glared at Zeng Zhipeng angrily, "Of course I haven't forgotten, but rather than starve to death, it's better to surrender and die a full death."
"What if the Japanese have a change of heart and let us go? Then we won't have to die. We can gather our strength and attack them by surprise."
"In that case, we can save our lives and reclaim Mingyue Fort and Wan'an Fort. What's wrong with killing two birds with one stone? Besides, a real man can bend and stretch. If we can endure a little humiliation to achieve what we want, I don't think it's a problem."
Yan Ergou spoke with such certainty that it seemed as if the script was going on just as he said.
Zeng Zhipeng opened his mouth and wanted to scold him for talking nonsense, scolding him for not recognizing the evil nature of the Japanese slaves.
Before he could even open his mouth, Feng Zixuan interrupted him, "How many of you agree with Yan Ergou? Stand up and I will consider this."
"Sir, you..." Zeng Zhipeng, Jiang Hong and Tang Peng strongly disapproved of Feng Zixuan's "defection".
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