Chapter 323 Storm Rescue
If Storm was a fearless teenager, he would have smiled smugly.
Let me tell you how he overcame all difficulties and worked tirelessly to blow and scrape, sending countless letters carrying the Lion Army's last hope to all directions.
The people of Nan Country found letters in various places, such as in fields, in dry ditches, and on branches hardened by frost.
After opening it, I learned the tragic news that the Lion Army was now trapped with no food or supplies.
Without food, winter clothes or weapons, they defended Guying City time and time again with their flesh and blood.
The youngest soldier who died in the battle was no more than fourteen years old.
Everyone who read the letter was so sad that he burst into tears.
Soon, people spread the news to each other, sharing the horrific news and the urgent need for rescue.
The common people quickly organized a militia and spontaneously elected a leader.
Led by the rebel army and their leader, the people, with solemn expressions, rushed towards Guying City in groups of three or two from all directions, carrying rice, steamed buns, and winter clothes to keep warm.
In the rebel-occupied area closest to Guying City.
When standing in front of the checkpoint tightly blocked by the rebels, none of the civilians showed fear or retreated.
Someone took the lead and tried to force his way through the checkpoint, but was immediately beaten by the rebels, with a bloody head and falling to the ground.
However, this not only failed to scare other ordinary people, but instead aroused people's anger and fighting spirit.
The rebels launched an all-out attack, forcibly tearing a small hole in the rebel encirclement.
The people, holding food and winter clothes, rushed through the crowd recklessly and ran towards Guying City.
When a rebel reported this to General Gao Junjie, he asked in surprise:
"Who is so bold as to charge our checkpoint? Which army is this?"
The answer was, "They are just civilians. They are armed with hoes and sticks, and they are holding flowered cotton-padded clothes, pancakes, and other things in their arms. There are men, women, young and old, and they don't know each other. General, will you kill them?"
General Gao Junjie was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time. His face was full of admiration. After a long while, he said with difficulty:
"kill."
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While the soldiers of the Lion Army were still huddled on the ground, waiting in despair and despair to die of starvation and freezing.
A group of civilians who have never met each other before are trying to extinguish the enemy's arrogance with their own blood.
Unfortunately, the enemy quickly launched a brutal crackdown.
The people who were rushing to the checkpoint carrying winter clothes and pancakes had just run over breathlessly, but before they could get close to Guying City, they were shot to death by the rebels' arrows.
The gap in the encirclement that was barely torn open was soon tightly blocked again.
During the chaotic suppression, thousands of innocent civilians died tragically, instantly arousing widespread anger among the people of Nan Country.
Young and middle-aged men joined the rebel army, scholars took up arms, the elderly, the weak, women and children all participated in logistics and combat preparations, and collected food and supplies for the Lion Army.
Even the youngest children joined the team, helping to distribute flyers in the streets and alleys, singing nursery rhymes:
"The Black Dragon swam northwards, but could not find its way out. Luo Jiangxue, if you know what will happen today, why bother trying to persuade him?
The lion is trapped in the southeast, his food and grass are gone, his bows and arrows are gone, the men shed tears and blood;
As long as you have the power of a lion, you will not be afraid of the sheep.
The lion's majesty remains, and the mountains and rivers will surely recover."
In just seven days, the rebel army grew to 60,000 people and began to launch repeated attacks on the rebels.
At the same time, a group of the most elite men in the rebel army stood up and formed a mysterious team like a phantom in the dark night. They set out in the most violent storm, carrying winter clothes, rice, bows and arrows...
Start running towards Guying City!
Due to the tight encirclement by the rebels and the Black Scale Cavalry, all news was blocked and the Lion Army trapped in Guying City was unaware of all this.
On the night when the storm was the most intense, the soldiers huddled together, buried their heads deeply in each other's shoulders, trying to resist the biting cold wind.
In the fierce wind, someone said:
"It's so cold... I might not be able to survive tonight..."
"Me too... I want to go home. I want to eat the pancakes my mother baked..."
"I have nothing to eat, but a bed and blanket would be fine. My feet are almost numb from the cold..."
"I might be dying... I feel a thick blanket falling on me, and it's quite warm... Is this a dying hallucination?"
After a pause, the soldier who had the "hallucination" touched the thick and strong quilt on his body and was stunned:
"It doesn't seem like an illusion... It's really a quilt... It's really a quilt?! Damn! Look at the sky! It's raining quilts!!"
The other soldiers looked up at the sound, were all stunned at first, then rubbed their eyes hard, and then danced and shouted wildly.
In the dark night, countless black "big birds" came in with the storm, flapping their huge wings, flying rapidly over Guying City, and dropping bags of tightly tied packages.
Several soldiers rushed over to open the package, and inside was the most common coarse cotton-padded clothes found in ordinary people's homes.
But at this moment, for the soldiers who were already frozen to death, it was something more precious than gold.
Countless food and supplies fell like heavy rain.
There is rice, pancakes, winter clothes, and quilts...
The soldiers cheered to the sky, their voices even louder than the storm.
"Thank God! God will not destroy our Lion Army!" A soldier knelt down and shouted, crying with joy.
Another soldier kicked him, pointed at the big bird flying in the sky, and cursed:
"Thank the devil! Open your eyes! There's a person between those wings! Someone is saving us!"
Everyone looked carefully and saw a human figure with a skin-colored face between the two pitch-black wings.
I don't know who has such extraordinary ability, but he had the bizarre idea of creating a pair of "wings" that can fly into the sky as if with divine power.
The soldiers cheered to the sky:
"Thank you, brother—thank you—"
However, the good times did not last long.
The enemy soon learned that the rebels' night-flying wings were flying in the storm and dropping food and fodder to Guying City. They shot a rain of arrows into the sky at the fastest speed to intercept them.
On the second night, when the Night Wings flew over again in the storm, what fell into the arms of the soldiers was no longer just food and weapons.
There was also hot blood like icy rain, sprinkling on everyone's heads.
Touching the blood shed by the strange brother on their heads, the Lion Army roared in anger.
Once people's hearts are inspired, nothing can stop them.
Wearing winter clothes donated by the people and biting on cold pancakes that still tasted like home, the soldiers rallied their troops and rushed madly towards the Black Scale Cavalry outside the city.
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