Yang Ben understood a little Mongolian. When he heard Manap say that he wanted to write a letter of introduction to him in the hall, he saw Li Xia's signal and turned around to get a pen and paper.
As soon as he brought the inkstone, he heard exclamations and saw Li Xia stab Manap to the ground with a dagger.
Yang Ben was stunned for a moment, thinking that he should finally finish writing the introduction letter.
After a second thought, he thought that Marshal Pouch was already attacking the city, and it was impossible for Manap to have the heart to write another letter, so he might as well kill him immediately.
Yang Ben immediately realized that the county lieutenant had made a decision that he had taken a long way to understand. This decisiveness was really astonishing...
"puff."
Looking up again, Li Xia had put away the dagger, took the sword, and killed Yang Yuan with one strike.
Yang Ben thought to himself, it would be a good idea to take Yang Yuan to falsely open the city gate... Oh, in such a chaotic night, not many ordinary Mongolian soldiers would recognize Yang Yuan. Taking him along would be another risk, so it would be better to kill him.
These thoughts lasted only a moment. Before the blood in the hall dried, Li Xia had already begun to put on his armor.
Yang Ben quickly went with a group of hundreds of generals to get the hidden armor and put it on.
Suddenly someone stabbed him in the waist.
Yang Ben turned around and saw Song He, and couldn't help but frowned.
"Remember, the armor of your generals is all about the handle." Song He said with a cold face, turned and walked away.
Yang Ben rushed to Song He's background and said: "I didn't kill him. If I hadn't been there at that time, you would all have been chased by Meng Qi..."
"I know." Song He didn't look back, "I'm telling you, don't do worse than Yu Gong."
"Ah."
Yang Ben sneered and thought to himself, how could he do worse than that vulgar man who was born as a groom?
He put on the armor very quickly and still had time to say to Li Xia: "County Lieutenant, if we open the city gate and Pu Shuai is too late to enter the city, what should we do?"
"Won't."
Li Xia spoke very quickly and said: "If Marshal Pu arrives tonight, he must have abandoned all his baggage. He wants to capture Chengdu in one fell swoop and force the Mongolian army to fight in the streets. Then there will be no temptation, only this round of attack, and we will not stop until the city is broken."
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Yang Ben was stunned for a moment. Before he could figure it out, Li Xia had already put on his helmet and strode away with his sword in hand.
"Move quickly!"
"Yes! Move quickly! Let's all run..."
In the night, the Eight Hundred Qing Fu Army marched through the dilapidated streets of Chengdu.
The reason why they were able to enter the city and garrison it was, on the one hand, the loose governance of the Mongols, and on the other hand, the city was so spacious that it almost became an empty city with only troops stationed there.
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As early as twenty-one years ago, Kuoduan led his troops to attack Sichuan and Sichuan, burned the capital, and massacred the people in the thousand-year-old city. There were 1.4 million skeletons piled up in the city.
People at the time called it the "Bingshen Disaster" and cried bitterly: "The former capital of Dayi is now a field of rubble; the former fertile land is now a field of blood. Green smoke covers the road, and bones form hills, mourning
It penetrates the heart, and the eyes are covered with sores."
Sixteen years ago, the Mongolian army once again attacked Chengdu, which was called "Xin Chou's Disaster" at the time. Even Hao Jing, the counselor of Kublai Khan's shogunate, lamented it. He wrote a poem and said, "The Emei moon is missing when Zigui cries, and half of the Jialing River bleeds."
In the fifth year of Chunyou and the twelfth year of Chunyou, Chengdu was attacked and looted by the Mongolian army many times until it was occupied by the Mongolian army two years ago...
It was also Li Xia's first time to visit western Sichuan. Seeing the devastation, he was deeply touched.
It was hard for him to imagine how millions of living people in this ruined city had been humiliated and died under the iron hoof and scimitar.
But tonight, he no longer has to restrain and endure...
"Quick! Move quickly! Don't wait for the Mongolian army to react!"
In the east of Chengdu, shouts could be heard under the city wall.
Pu Zezhi raised his eyes and looked at the city head under the night sky.
His face was as dark as water, and he looked confident, but in fact his eyelids were twitching violently.
In the eyes of the world, he was the Minister of Rites of the Song Dynasty. He was a weak and coward who should stay in the rear and use strategies.
But when he fights, he can be more bloody and adventurous than a warrior...
It’s not that Pu Zezhi hasn’t tried a more reliable method.
At the beginning of the year, he also petitioned for more reinforcements, and the court replied to him, "It's cold everywhere today, so reinforcements are needed, not just in Sichuan and Shu."
The Great Song Dynasty was indeed "cold everywhere". Huaihei, Jinghu, and even Guangdong and Guangxi were all under the offensive of the Mongolian army. Except for Lin'an, where was there no war?
After Pu Zhezhi thought about it carefully, he became more determined to regain Chengdu.
The safety of Sichuan and Shu is at stake in Chengdu, so it must be recovered. Sichuan and Shu are in danger for the world, and we must be determined to regain Chengdu.
Therefore, after crossing the Tuojiang River, Pu Zhezhi resolutely ordered the whole army to march day and night to attack Chengdu without any baggage.
Xian Mei quickly marched to the bottom of the city. The Song army did not rest or build siege equipment, but immediately launched an offensive at night.
A thousand dead soldiers took off their armor, threw them onto the top of the city with only ropes, and began to climb the city.
Most of the people guarding the city at night were Mongolian and Han troops. They didn't expect the Song soldiers to come. Before they could react, Song soldiers climbed up to the city and chopped them off with swords.
Screams and murderous cries arose together.
"Kill! Restore Chengdu!"
Huang Jiakui slashed him with his sword, and his face was covered in blood.
He is the eleventh commander of the Third Army of Ningyuan Army under Pu Zhezhi.
What's more important than his military position is that he is from Chengdu, where his parents, wife and children are buried. "My heart is full of sorrow and my eyes are full of sores" is exactly his state of mind, and it is also the state of mind of countless people after repeated killings in Chengdu.
state of mind.
Returning to his hometown again after three years, Huang Jiakui couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
For Pu Zhezhi, this battle was a major plan for the family and the country, but for Huang Jiakui, it was a blood feud and a nightmare.
Tonight, the army ordered the dead soldiers to climb the city, and Huang Jiakui stepped forward without hesitation.
"To regain our homeland, will there be no shortage of dead soldiers?!"
Huang Jiakui is not afraid of death. If he wants to die, he is willing to die in his hometown, kill his enemies and sacrifice his relatives in heaven.
As soon as he stepped onto the city gate, he choked harder. But after taking a quick look at the city gate, he still resisted not grabbing the city gate immediately. Instead, he guarded the city gate and waited for his comrades behind him to climb up.
"Quick! Come up quickly!"
There were defenders on the top of the city who also came to attack at the same time, shooting arrows.
There were also defenders who rushed to the city wall and cut the ropes, causing the Song soldiers to fall to their death under the city wall.
In the chaos of the battle, Huang Jiakui was not wearing any armor. He was hit by several arrows and was bleeding profusely.
But with great difficulty, the dead soldiers of the Song Army finally gained a foothold on the city and pushed back the defense line of the defenders on the city.
They could finally rush to the city gate.
"Seize the city gate! Seize the city gate quickly!"
Huang Jiakui roared, the joy of regaining his hometown making him unaware of the pain on his body.
Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot through his body.
Huang Jiakui groaned and looked down, knowing that he would not survive.
Unwilling to fall down, he picked up the knife and continued to charge forward, with only one thought in his mind...even if he killed one more enemy!
"Poof" another spear stabbed into his stomach.
Huang Jiakui refused to retreat, roared, and rushed forward with the spear.
The spear shaft was covered with his blood. Regardless of the severe pain, he slid in front of the enemy soldier, gathered his last strength, and slashed him off with one blow.
The enemy soldier holding the spear was frightened by his dying momentum, and was stunned on the spot, being cut down by the sword.
As soon as the enemy soldier fell, Huang Jiakui lost his support and fell down.
He was still unwilling.
He really wanted to regain Chengdu, and really wanted to see the Song army drive away the enemy bandits entrenched in his hometown.
Not reconciled...
When he was dying, Huang Jiakui suddenly saw a group of people coming from the other end of the long street.
"Open the city gate! Welcome Pu Shuai!"
The roar made Huang Jiakui's mind suddenly tremble.
"Quick! Kill and clear the way, open the city to welcome Pu Shuai..."
Huang Jiakui held on to his body with his last thought, widened his eyes, and watched closely as the group of people rushed toward the city gate.
Finally, a look of relief appeared in his eyes.
At least, before his death, he was certain that Chengdu would be restored.
"Bi Fu..."
He closed his eyes peacefully, faced the darkness, and went to find his relatives...
Behind Huang Jiakui, people kept falling in a pool of blood, while others continued to kill.
Under the city wall, torches were thrown into the Mongolian army's station, and the fire suddenly rose, swallowing up the darkness of this world.
The Song soldiers who suddenly rushed out had rushed to the city gate, and the Mongolian army at the head of the city was defeated...
"Xuzhou Qingfu Army welcomes Pu Shuai into the city!"
With this loud roar, the city gate was pushed open by pairs of blood-stained hands.
"Xuzhou Qingfu Army welcomes Pu Shuai into the city..."
"Enter the city!"
Pu Zezhi opened his eyes wide, stared at the brighter and brighter light in the city cave, and gave the order immediately.
He did not doubt that the Mongolian army was deceiving him.
In this battle, he rushed lightly. If the Mongolian army really had such an ambush, they would have killed him countless times on the road and wiped out his entire army.
Pu Zezhi's face was still as dark as water and he looked very calm, only his eyes were red.
With a huge stake in his life, he went against all odds and put the fate of Sichuan, Sichuan and his country on the line. He put all his money on it. He endured too much pressure and worry.
Every time he thought about losing this battle, he felt deeply frightened.
Just as the fire drove away the darkness, his fear finally became extremely agitated at this moment.
"Enter the city! Kill the enemy!"
With loud roars, the Song army quickly rushed towards the city gate...
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