The Reborn Wife is Farming

Fan Zijin gritted his teeth. He didn't want to agree to Yanmo, but at the same time he didn't want to die. Thinking of his wonderful life in Daqi and the people he cared about, how could he be willing to die?

And now he feels that every breath of life is torture!

He is not Qi Haoran, he has never experienced the suffering of starvation and sickness in soldiers, wars, wars, and even when they are most difficult, he just stays up and busy all day long, exhausting his body, but at that time, he is only mentally tired, who dares to starve him, thirsty for him?

Fan Zijin never felt that physical torture was more painful than mental torture, but now, he felt that he was willing to endure a hundred times more mental torture than a little physical torture.

In the past two days, Fan Zijin ate a total of three finger-wide dry biscuits, and his stomach was throbbing. He felt that it was difficult for him to even lift his fingers. The delicious food served was the scene where he and Haoran went to seek refuge with his big cousin lost in the forest many years ago, and collapsed to the ground without eating for a day and a night.

At that time, Ah Ling seemed to descend from the sky, and gave them a piece of sesame seed cake, and also threw them a pheasant and a hare. With a strong fragrance...

Fan Zijin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked around at the bare rocks. There were forests below them, but when they stood up, they were either shot by arrows or bombarded. Not to mention that there were no pheasants and hares in the fighting place, even if they were there, they couldn't catch them.

Everyone looked at Fan Zijin eagerly, hoping that he could say something.

Fan Zijin looked into a pair of eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "When it gets dark at night, send a few more people out to report..."

The report has always been a team of two, because the guards and comforters around him want to protect him. It has always been a combination of boatmen and marine soldiers. This time, Fan Zijin's head guard gritted his teeth and gathered ten guards around him, saying: " This is the last time to deliver the letter, if it still fails, none of us will have the strength to break through, so this time our people will deliver the letter, and three people will come out."

The three stood up, and the chief guard said in a low voice: "We are all selected by the prince to give to the Duke of the country. , naturally everyone is happy, if we can’t get out, we don’t have to worry about burying our bones here, the prince will take good care of our family.”

"Don't worry, my lord, I will do my best!"

The chief guard licked his dry lips, nodded, and handed out the distress letter written by Fan Zijin to them.

The distress letter was written by Zhou De and others to Fan Zijin with torn clothes. They didn't use pen and ink, but blood, and the word "help" was written on it.

Three guards and three boatmen came to kowtow to Fan Zijin. Fan Zijin, who was slumped on the ground, straightened up slightly, barely helped them up, and said with a wry smile, "Go and prepare, take out all the food and share it with the soldiers. , this is the last breakout tonight, and then we will stand here and wait for you."

The eyes of the six people turned red, and they kowtowed heavily to him.

All the food was just a few pieces of dry food, of course not enough for the remaining four hundred people to share, so it was only given to six people. Fan Zijin simply closed his eyes in order not to lose his composure.

Haoran used to say that they had no dry food or water during the war, and they drank horse urine when they picked it up, but now they don’t even have horse urine...

After it was completely dark, more than 400 people threw stones down in groups. The high ground they occupied seemed to be a quarry, lacking everything except stones, which was why they were able to hold on.

Of course, I would also like to thank the chief guard, if not for his proper command, it would be impossible for them to stick to the present.

Qi Haoran also gave Fan Zijin the head of the bodyguard. At the beginning, he fell in love with the head of the bodyguard's ability to send troops to defend, thinking that if he followed Fan Zijin, he should be able to guarantee his safety.

Fan Zijin's eyes were wet when he thought of this. The chief guard can protect him, but he can't find food for him. Haoran should have given him a guard who is good at finding food, especially if he has been a disaster victim. It is said that this kind of person is especially good at finding food. Yes, the dirt can make them eat...

The three groups of people did not break through separately as before, but got together and moved forward slowly on the ground. When they reached the other party's warning point, two guards jumped up and killed the enemy lying outside. To be chosen to be beside Fan Zijin, martial arts naturally had nothing to say, and a hole was torn open in one fell swoop.

Another guard picked up his own boatman and yelled at the other two boatmen, "Let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, Shi Qinggong had jumped ten steps away, the pirates hurriedly drew their bows and arrows, and the other two guards hurriedly stopped them to buy him more time.

The third guard went directly to the pirate's boat on the shore, because the pirate's power was restrained on it, and there were not many people left on the shore, mainly looking at the big boat, while the small boat was tied to the shore, and the people patrolling back and forth watched When it came to the third guard and the boatman, they were killed before they could warn the police.

The third guard climbed onto the boat and looked back at the way they came with bloodshot eyes. His two companions disappeared for a long time, and even the two boatmen disappeared. He said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go quickly."

The boatman grasped the direction, and the boat quickly rowed towards the sea...

Qi Haoran clenched his fists to look at the chart, and stared at the foreigners, "You said you can't go?"

The foreigner said: "That's a pirate's den. If you go there, you'll die. You can't go there!"

Qi Haoran turned to look at Zhou Zhou, and asked, "You said the old boatman calculated that they might be lost in this direction?"

"Yes," Zhou Zhou said: "The old boatman who came with me went to sea twenty years ago. He said that it is very easy to get lost in this area, either to the north or to the south."

"Isn't this biased too much?"

Zhou Zhou couldn't explain it to Qi Haoran, but said: "This is their experience, lord, we have been out for two days, and we are about to reach the border of Nanyang..."

Qi Haoran slammed his fist on the table and said, "Just go in this direction."

"This won't work," the foreigner shouted, shaking his hands. "You can't do this. You are going to die. Do you know who the pirates are? They are Portuguese..."

Qi Haoran rolled his eyes and said: "He is useless even if he is a man with apple teeth, so he will go to this place, Zhou Zhou, order to go down, the two ships are ready for battle, and the bows and arrows and trebuchets are ready for the Lord. Isn't there a boat on board?" A cannon? Let the foreigners who can fire cannons be ready for the Lord. It’s okay if An Guogong is not on it. We will leave when we lose our sail.

The foreigner laughed, "You are too arrogant, the Portuguese cannons and strong ships are not something you can defeat."

"Shut up!" They were not scared by Jin Guo and Xixia, so could they be afraid of a country they have never even heard of?