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Chapter 1118: The Longest Winter (Part 2)

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    After becoming a prisoner of the Ming army, Nuoyandala was not abused as imagined, nor did she enter Jinong City again, but was escorted south with a cavalry team of the Ming army.  Along the way, non-stop, day and night, the next morning I saw the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty.  The scene in front of him almost blinded his eyes:

    I saw that the original section of the side wall had become a heavily fortified city with deep moats.  When he saw the row of cannons on the city and the spears on the shoulders of the Ming army, his pupils shrank involuntarily. This battle is really impossible

    After confirming their identities, the Ming army lowered the drawbridge and let them enter the city.

    Once inside, it was like entering a large construction site. Thousands of people in the city were busy building fortifications, houses and warehouses. There were projects and civil engineering everywhere, which made Nuoyandala feel straight.  Sinking Although he is weak, he always has eyesight. He knows that this is the Han people who are stepping up to build the fortress. After all the warehouses and barracks are built, this will be the logistics base for the Ming army to leave Hetao.  It is only a hundred and fifty miles from here to Jinong City, and the road is open, so the difficulty of replenishment will be greatly reduced.

    Seeing that the Ming army invested so much manpower and material resources, Nuoyandala secretly said: ¡®The Han people are sure to win.  ¡¯ After making some repairs in this unfinished castle, the next day, I went on my way again.  Not long after leaving the castle, he walked on the road between Shenmu and Fugu. Nuoyandala couldn't help thinking that twenty years ago, when his father Khan was still alive, he followed him every year to destroy the side wall and invaded along this road.  Shaanxi.

    At that time, he never imagined that twenty years later, he would become a prisoner of the Han people, and be led to a bleak prospect along the road of the past.  He didn't know what was waiting for him. He was escorted to Beijing as a prisoner, and then sent to the market for execution?  Or was he executed on the spot and his head sent to Beijing for reward?

    Either way, death seems inevitable.  But it's normal to think about it. I should be regarded as the highest-level Mongolian captured by the Ming army in the past hundred years. How could I spare myself lightly?

    Along the way, I was so cranky, I arrived at Shenmu County, and then turned to Yulin.  All you can see along the way are peasants driving mules and carriages, and troops passing by in a brigade, which is a chilling and tense scene.  When he arrived at Yulin Castle and saw the three-dimensional and perfect city defenses, he finally understood what an impenetrable castle is, and Jinong City, which he thought was impenetrable, was just a joke in front of Yulin Castle.

    After entering the city, he was imprisoned in a prison cell, and was escorted out one night. He thought it was time for his death, but the Han people just transferred him to a deep house and put him under house arrest in a small courtyard.  Then began a long prison life.

    Speaking of "prisoner's life", he himself blush a little, because apart from not being free, his life is actually very good There are three meals a day, with meat and vegetables, and a jug of wine in the evening.  Every two days, someone would bring him a change of clothes. Although they were all Han clothes, it was definitely not a problem for him.

    What satisfied him the most was that he even had books to read and applications for reading He had long heard that there was something called a newspaper in the south of the Ming Dynasty, which recorded the latest events for everyone to read, so he also thought of a way  I got a few copies that were more than half a year out of date, but I still read them with great interest, and I had to recite them over and over again.

    At that time, he thought, how happy it would be if he could have the opportunity to read the latest newspaper every day. He really didn't expect that this wish would come true after being captured.

    Just like that, he started his day-to-day otaku career, no one came to disturb him, and no one paid attention to him, as if the big shots had forgotten him.  Nuoyandala felt that it was good to be quiet like this. As a prisoner, it was already happiness that could not be extravagantly desired.

    But soon he didn't feel how happy this was, because from the newspaper, he saw the progress of the war

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    Afterwards, it proved how wise and lucky Qi Jiguang was to win Dongsheng City one day at all costs.

    Because only one day later, Alda's eldest son, Xinai Huang Taiji, led the headquarters of 10,000 people, and under the support of Baisang, Buyangu and Bart, crossed the Yellow River safely, and then rushed to Dongsheng City without stopping, but  At this time, the Ming army had built a basic city defense, especially hundreds of cannons were placed at the top of the city, and when Huang Taiji led the army approached, they fired all at once.

    The sound of the cannon directly scared away the three Baisang brothers who had already become startled birds. Huang Taiji wanted to be a hero, but flesh and blood could not withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the cannon.  Before rushing to the moat, nearly a thousand corpses were left behind.Brainstorming, he also knows that his tribe is in the most dangerous situation. His sons are still immature, and his wife is too gentle to bear the burden. He must be at a loss now;  Daughter, I don't know what's going on, whether I can survive this cold winter of lack of medical care.

    Once worry arises, it will become a daily torment that increases sharply, those tempting delicacies will become tasteless, and the favorite newspaper will become a source of trouble. I have to read it every day, and the more sad it is to read.  Now he can be considered to understand what it means to live like a year, suffer unspeakably, have no one to talk to, and have a heartbroken heart.

    Time passed day by day, and Noyandara knew from the date in the newspaper that it was the end of November.  This winter was extremely cold, and he had to wear a padded jacket to light the brazier in the house, and the snow outside the door was knee-deep.

    Finally, after countless sleepless nights of tossing and turning, he made a difficult decision. He asked the soldiers who delivered meals to him that he wanted to meet the governor of Ming Dynasty.  However, the soldier quickly replied that he had no way to pass the news to the governor and could not help him.

    Nuoyandala thought in disappointment all night, and the next day, he began a hunger strike, neither eating nor drinking, but to see if the Han people really wanted to let themselves fend for themselves.

    Five days later, when he felt that his soul was about to return to the grassland, an official from the Ming Dynasty finally appeared and informed him that he would be invited to dinner tomorrow. If he still had the strength to speak, he had better eat something quickly.

    That night, Nuoyandala ate three whole bowls of porridge and wanted to eat some meat, but was stopped by the soldiers who served him, saying that he would get sick if he couldn't enjoy it in his stomach.  So Nuoyan Jinong, who was full after drinking water, had to lean on the kang, trying to use sleep to resist hunger, but couldn't sleep all night, but it was definitely not because of hunger.

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    The next morning, the soldiers delivered his original clothes as required, and the material of 'Nashishi' was washed and ironed, and it was as good as new again.

    Wearing a Jinong hat with a golden edge, wearing a tight upper garment and a shorter lower garment, with many pleats around the waist and big pearls running through the shoulders and back, the "Zhengsun clothing" is a  The costumes of the princes of the Yuan Dynasty were given by Bodi Khan to his father, Jinong Gunbilik who took office.  After the death of his father, he inherited the position of Jinong, and also inherited this noble grandson's clothes.

    Although this attire has been worn for many years, this is the first time I put it on by myself, so it is inevitable that I am a bit clumsy, and it took a long time to get it neatly dressed.  Looking at the familiar attire in the mirror, the pale face, and the dark circles under the eyes, Nuoyandala sighed secretly, and said in his heart: "Father Khan, please don't blame me, after all, the survival of the tribe is the most important"

    Then he pushed open the door, only to see snowflakes falling silently, and the world was vast. Nuoyandala took a deep breath of the cold air, and walked out of the small courtyard where he had been under house arrest for two months¡ª¡ª

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