Blue and White Society Chapter 584: Battle on Yashan
For ten days in a row, the No. 1, 2, and 3 traversers 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.
I lived the happiest life on the 2nd. I am afraid that none of the dead traversers would have imagined that the impoverished small village of Tuqi, where they couldn’t even afford rice, was actually the paradise of traversers.
By virtue of his height and strength, in that ignorant and backward village, he was regarded as a mountain **** and had sacrifices to eat.
Not only that, the natural ecology there has hardly been developed, and it is a ghostly land within a radius of ten miles. However, 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 mountain dogs and pheasants. He ate his face with oil, but the villagers were even more in awe of him.
It turns out that the reason why this place is so impoverished is that they rely on mountains and rivers. The reason is that they hardly hunt in the mountains except for fishing.
They are so poor that they still follow the vegetarian diet… They don’t eat all the mountain delicacies. Provided by God.
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 went to hunt pheasants, they would attract the revenge of the “dog phoenix” and set the house on fire…
And No. 2 is a mountain **** in their eyes, so it must be fine 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, No. 2’s majesty of the mountain **** will collapse in an instant. What will happen to these obedient fools , the consequences are unpredictable…
Mo Poor also had a brief exchange with No. 2, and left him a piece of paper with a photo of the communication on 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.
Seeing that the fire attack was not enough, Zhang Hongfan mobilized a large number of return artillery and bombarded the warships of the Song army with artillery.
By the time Jiangcheng was pushed to the cliff, the war had already been going on for six days.
The two sides fought side by side for many times, and the screams shook the sky!
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.
Jiangcheng was escorted to a large ship, and he could see the fierce naval battle in the distance.
The warships of the Song army stretched across 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 troops 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.
The two sides have a big fight almost every day, from sunrise to sunset, from high tide to low tide.
The number of corpses floating on the sea is increasing day by day, 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 wasn’t for the occasional rain from the sky, 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 death, but a fight on the water.
Everyone knows that the Song army is up and down, and it is 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 of the Song Army, made a choice when he completely gave up the mobility of naval warfare.
He refused to persuade him to surrender three times in a row, burned the letters, and beheaded the envoys.
Including the imperial edict written by the captured Emperor Deyou, who was also burned.
Since the Mongolian Yuan went south, the Southern Song Dynasty has changed three emperors one after another.
At this point in the country’s 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 I have retreated to the sea, where else can I go? They had no choice but to fight to the death and draw an end to Zhao Song.
In the 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 the mountain of corpses and the 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.
Just 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 only a few thousand people.
When the 200,000 soldiers and civilians are all dead, how terrifying is 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, I found him soon.
“Wh…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 Poor’s translation.
Originally, there was nothing to be nervous about. The Song army was bound to be defeated. He wrote 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.
However, there is still an old man on this flagship, hale and hearty, with a slim blue shirt, without losing his style, standing between the left and right officials.
Mo Qiong told Jiang Cheng: “As expected, this is Wen Tianxiang.”
“Damn it!” Jiang Cheng sullenly looked at Wen Tianxiang, while the old man was also sizing him up, his eyes revealing thoughts of unknown meaning.
Undoubtedly, Wen Tianxiang must have recognized Zhao Mengyun. Zhao Mengyun was not only a clan, but also 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.
“What are you doing to debunk you? You were killed for no reason, and instead let the Mongolian army continue to search for Zhao Mengyun. When he saw you, he knew that the real Zhao Mengyun had escaped. It is always good to leave a root for the clan at this point in the state affairs. Yes.” 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 bow down to the coach.”
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 weak.
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 he is used to resisting, so he doesn’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 for no reason, and the other party will only abuse me more vigorously. And maybe Wen Tianxiang will expose me when he gets angry.” Jiang Cheng So he also refused to kneel down, and stood 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.
This is a great thing for Jiang Cheng, a counterfeit… He wished he could write it quickly, so that he could not help but save his life, and live a good life even though he would not be free in the future. For a condemned prisoner, this day is enough.
However, he was very rational. He found that Wen Tianxiang said: “From the clan to the army and civilians, everyone has the heart to serve the country with death. As a subject, the country’s death cannot be saved. Is it okay to teach people to rebel?”
As she spoke, she burst into tears, but she never looked at Jiangcheng.
However, the clan, the army and the civilians are mentioned, and 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 full 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 **** old man is so **** annoying! He won’t let me write if he doesn’t write, shit!” Jiang Cheng felt chilled.
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