Blue and White Society - Chapter 594

[Chapter 584]

For ten days in a row, Traveler No. 1, 2 and 3 were safe and sound.

As Ottoman’s slave, No. 3 was alive and became a small cog in the general trend of attacking Constantinople, even though he worked hard, ate little, and was often whipped.

No. 2 was the happiest time. I’m afraid none of the dead travelers would have imagined that the impoverished small village of Tuqi, where they couldn’t even afford rice, turned out to be a paradise for travelers.

With his height and strength, he was regarded as a mountain god in that ignorant and backward village, and he could be eaten as a sacrifice.

Not only that, the natural ecology there has hardly been developed, and the radius of ten miles is like a ghost land, but there are two small villages with no roads, and they don’t know what the outside world is like.

No. 2 made traps and easily caught some coyotes and pheasants. He was full of greasy food, but the villagers were even more in awe of him.

It turns out that the reason why this place is so impoverished is that it relies on mountains and rivers. The reason is that they hardly hunt in the mountains except for fishing.

They are so poor, they still follow the vegetarian diet… They don’t eat all the mountain delicacies. On the one hand, the nobles outside the mountain have issued a ban, and on the other hand, the monks also claim that the wild animals in the mountain are protected by gods. .

From bees to elk to pheasants, dogs, and foxes, they all follow gods and demons.

The only thing that is not covered by God is the fish that does not weigh more than two catties.

They thought that if they hunted pheasants, the ‘Phoenix Dog’ would take revenge and set the house on fire…

and No. 2 is a mountain god in their eyes, so it must be okay to eat chicken.

As long as there is no fire, No. 2’s “godhead” in the eyes of these foolish people will become more and more stable. On the contrary… If there is a fire, the majesty of No. 2’s mountain god will collapse in an instant. What will happen to these obedient fools and the consequences Unpredictable…

Mo Poor also had a brief exchange with No. 2, and left him a piece of paper with a picture of the grave.

Afterwards, the main energy was put on Jiangcheng’s side.

Because the Yashan naval battle broke out.

On the sixth day of February, Zhang Hongfan saw the Song army connecting the boats with iron chains, so he imitated Zhou Yu’s attack on Chibi, but the Song army was not a fool.

Zhang Shijie ordered people to smear wet mud on the warship, and prepared long wooden sticks on board

to resist the Mongolian fireboat.

Zhang Hongfan saw that the fire attack was not enough, so he mobilized a large number of return guns and bombarded the Song army’s warships with artillery.

By the time Jiangcheng was pushed down to Yashan, the war had already been going on for six days.

The two sides fought side by side for many times, killing and shouting!

In the bow and crossbow battle, the Song army still had room to fight back, but in the hand-to-hand combat where hand-to-hand combat was handed over, they were defeated and suffered heavy losses.

Jiang Cheng was escorted to a large ship, and he could see the fierce naval battle in the distance.

The warships of the Song army were connected to the sky, and the number of the Mongolian army was ten times that of the Mongolian army. However, under the recruitment system of the Song Dynasty, the army often moved their families with them, and more than half of the 200,000 people were civilians.

In other words, the actual army was only tens of thousands, and they were killed and suffered heavy losses in the face of 20,000 elite Mongolian soldiers.

Almost every day, the two sides have a big fight, from sunrise to sunset, from high tide to low tide.

The number of corpses floating on the sea is increasing day by day, and they are washed ashore by the tide. There are Mongolian soldiers, but most of them are Song soldiers.

It can be seen that the morale of the Song army is low. On the one hand, supplies are in short supply. Many soldiers have not drank fresh water for several days… If it was not for the occasional rain from God, they would have died of thirst.

On the other hand, whoever is in this situation will not have good morale, and it is not a fight to the back, but a fight on the water.

Everyone knew that the Song army was up and down, and it was tantamount to fantasy to fight against Meng Yuan with the tiny place of Yashan.

The huge land in the south of the Yangtze River can’t stop Meng Yuan’s cavalry, not to mention the small cliff mountains.

But at this moment, victory or defeat is no longer important, because the defeat is already decided, what is important is how to choose in the face of failure?

Zhang Shijie, the commander-in-chief of the Song Army, had already made a choice when he completely gave up the mobility of naval warfare with the iron chain and the boat.

He refused to persuade him to surrender three times in a row, burned the letters, and beheaded the envoys.

Among them was the imperial decree written by the captured Emperor Deyou, which was also burned by him.

Since Meng Yuan went south, the Southern Song Dynasty changed three emperors one after another, one surrendered and one died, and another one just ascended the throne on the ship. The oldest was ten years old, and the youngest was only seven years old.

At this point in the state affairs, it is no longer fighting for any emperor.

Perhaps when it was another time, the morale of the Song army had already collapsed, and there were countless deserters.

But now there is no way to retreat, and they have retreated to the sea, where else can they go?

They had no choice but to fight to the death and draw an end to Zhao Song.

In a blink of an eye, it was March, and Jiang Cheng didn’t care about the situation of the battle anymore. After all, he already knew the outcome.

At first, when I saw this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, my heart was touched, and my heart came from grief.

Put yourself in the shoes of those 200,000 people, in the sea, with swaying boats under their feet, lack of water and food, and no way of life, how hopeless it is.

There is a saying in the history books that there are hundreds of thousands of floating corpses, and Jiang Cheng has seen it with his own eyes at this moment, so he knows what an unimaginable scene it is.

It’s because Mo Poor told him that there are only seven or eight thousand floating corpses in the sea these days.

Only then did Jiang Cheng realize that the scene in front of him that gave him a visual impact equivalent to “one hundred thousand floating corpses” was created by thousands of people.

When the 200,000 soldiers and civilians were all dead, how terrifying would be the scene of 100,000 floating corpses? Until then, he had no idea.

But later, for another ten days in a row, seven or eight thousand floating corpses washed up on the shore every day, or fed fish and shrimps, and he gradually became numb. He only felt how lucky he was to stand on the side of the Mongolian army.

Unfortunately, he was soon found.

“What… what? Ask me to write a letter to persuade you to surrender?” Jiang Cheng was brought to Zhang Hongfan by the Mongolian army, and he was not only nervous when he heard Mo Qiong’s translation.

Originally, there was nothing to be nervous about, the Song army would be defeated, and he would write the letter of surrender when he was captured. His life was the most important thing.

Anyway, the last court in exile in the Southern Song Dynasty refused to surrender many times, and he is not bad.

But it’s so hard to die, there is still an old man on this flagship, hale and hearty, with a thin blue shirt, without losing his style, standing between the left and right officials.

Mo Qiong told Jiang Cheng, “As expected, this is Wen Tianxiang.

”

Undoubtedly, Wen Tianxiang must have recognized Zhao Mengyun, Zhao Mengyun was not only the clan, but had been in command of Wen Tianxiang’s army not long ago.

It’s a ghost if you don’t know it!

I saw that Wen Tianxiang neither exposed him nor saluted him, just looked at him for a while, then looked away blankly.

“He won’t expose me…” Jiang Cheng thought to himself.

“Why expose you? You lost your life for no reason, and instead let the Mongolian army continue to search for Zhao Mengyun. When he sees you, he knows that the real Zhao Mengyun has escaped. With the state affairs at this point, it is always good to leave a root for the clan.” Mo Poor said.

Just as Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the officials on the left and right shouting at him.

Mo Poor translated, “They asked you to kneel down to the commander.”

Jiang Cheng caught a glimpse of Zhang Hongfan, the commander of the Mongolian army sitting on the main seat, with a majestic expression on his face, but his knees were a little soft.

It can be seen that Wen Tianxiang is standing there calmly, but instead he looks at him and complains in his heart.

There is no doubt that Wen Tianxiang will not worship, this old man wants to die.

“Zhang Hongfan and even Kublai Khan all respect Wen Tianxiang, and they are used to resisting him, so they don’t care, but you and I don’t know… Maybe they deliberately killed you to force Wen Tianxiang.” Mo Qiong said.

“…But it’s not good for me to worship. If I kneel down, it will make people look down on me, and the other party will only abuse me more vigorously. And maybe Wen Tianxiang will expose me when he gets angry.” Jiang Cheng also refused. Instead of bowing down, just standing there with no expression on his face, in fact, his heart was pounding, hoping that the other party would not treat him differently.

Fortunately, Zhang Hongfan didn’t care about such trivial matters, and just asked him to write a letter of persuasion again.

At that time, as the clan, Jiangcheng will not only not die, but will also spend the rest of his life with the rites of a prince.

For Jiang Cheng, a counterfeit, this is a great thing… He wished he could write it quickly, so that he could not help but save his life, and even though he would not be free in the future, he could live a good life.

For a condemned prisoner, this day is enough.

However, he was very rational, and he found that Wen Tianxiang said: “From the clan to the military and civilians, everyone has the heart to serve the country with death. ?”

As he spoke, tears fell down his cheeks, but he never looked at Jiangcheng.

But inside and outside the words, the clan, the army and the people are mentioned. At this point, they are all ready to die to serve the country.

How can it be possible to teach people to give up serving the country with death and surrender to the enemy when the country is in decline?

After Mo Qiong told Jiang Cheng, his heart skipped a beat, knowing that if he dared to write, he would die in minutes.

“He values integrity more than life. Zhang Hongfan forced him to write letters of persuasion many times, but he refused, and finally wrote an article “Crossing Ling Dingyang” to Zhang Hongfan…” Mo Qiong said.

“Of course I know… I still recited and silently wrote the whole text in middle school…” Jiang Cheng wanted to cry but had no tears.

“He is staring at you now. If you insult the clan, he will expose you.” Mo Poor said.

“This damn old man is so annoying! He won’t let me write if he doesn’t write, shit!” Jiang Cheng felt cold.

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[End of this Chapter]