Atahu drank too much tonight and went to bed very early.
He really didn't expect those "lambs hiding in armor" to attack the city tonight.
Considering the speed of the Song army's march, there are still six or seven days before they reach the city walls of Chengdu. They still have to set up camp and build siege equipment.
Atahu felt that if he wanted to let go and kill Song Bing, he would have to wait patiently.
However, in the middle of the night, he was woken up by the soldiers' screams.
"Marshal Du! The Song army has begun to attack the city!"
"What?!"
Atahu turned over and stood up, with scraps of meat still stuck to his messy beard.
He suddenly thought he was in a dream and murmured: "How is this possible?"
"Marshal Du, it's true, the Song army has climbed up the east city wall..."
Anger hit Atahu's forehead, and he suddenly woke up and ordered the whole city to defend against the enemy.
Just as he was putting on his armor, urgent messages came one after another.
"Report! The Song Army has opened the city gate!"
"Exiute!" Atahu picked up his helmet and rushed out, with spittle flying from his mouth and yelled: "Exiute, how can you be so fast?!"
"Report!" Another Mongolian soldier rushed over, "Marshal Du, a large number of Song troops have begun to enter the city!"
Atahu picked up his scimitar and strode out of the mansion, got on his horse and shouted: "Kill the Song people!"
The Mongolian army responded quickly. A column of Mongolian cavalry came from all directions in the city, gathering more than a thousand people.
Atahu did not dare to let the Song army prepare in the city, and quickly led the more than a thousand people to kill towards the east gate...
It was still dark, and not many people could be seen in the darkness. The city of Chengdu looked more like a battlefield, with horse hooves trampling on the stone road and the shouts of the Mongolian army getting louder.
Atahu was blown by the cold wind, and his fighting spirit became more intense.
He wants to kill all the Song people who dare to provoke the Mongol warriors!
Sudden.
"咴咴咴!"
The few Mongolian riders who rushed forward dismounted their horses and neighed, raised their front hooves and threw them off their horses.
"Caltrops! It's caltrops..."
"boom!"
There was a flash of fire and another scream.
"It's a fireball!"
The fireballs were thrown down from the buildings on both sides of the long street, and exploded when they hit the Mongolian army's array, shooting pieces of iron indiscriminately.
Atahu was furious and turned his head to look, only to see that Song troops were coming from both sides and were still pushing against the horse's horns.
"Eh Xiute! This is too fast..."
But after Pu Zezhi led his army into the city, Li Xia stepped forward to greet him and informed him of his identity immediately to avoid being mistaken for a Mongolian army.
"I have seen Pu Shuai. Qingfu County Lieutenant Li Xia led the people to welcome the army into the city."
"I know you, Li Xia and Li Feiyu, the magistrate of Qingfu County." Pu Zezhi spoke quickly, but didn't say much. He didn't even ask why Li Xia was in the city. He immediately asked: "Do you know the distribution of the Mongolian troops in the city?"
"Know."
"Lead the way for me and meet the bandits."
"yes."
"Pu Fu, quickly seize the enemy horses in the city and follow Feiyu to advance."
"yes!"
Although Pu Zezhi was a civil servant, he acted vigorously and resolutely when fighting. He sent his family and children to kill the enemy first, and personally held the sword to lead the battle.
The Song army, with 20% of its heavy armored infantry holding spears in front and 80% of its crossbowmen at the back, advanced in an orderly manner.
Qingfu's soldiers were pushed aside and looked at the heavy armored infantry, secretly shocked.
In the firelight, you could see that every step they took, the soles of their shoes left sweat stains on the stone slabs.
Their "Bu Ren Jia" is similar to the "Iron Pagoda", stacked layer by layer in the shape of a tower, which can protect the whole body.
It was more than three hundred miles from Tuojiang to Chengdu. These soldiers, wearing infantry armor weighing sixty kilograms, had to run over the mountains and ridges in two days.
Through their visors, they could still hear their heavy breathing.
Li Xia has often felt that "Song's soldiers are not weak" in the past year, and this feeling was a little stronger tonight.
In an instant, a thought penetrated his mind along with these gasps.
It was these people who braved hardships and faced the Mongolian cavalry to defend their homeland again and again, but in the end they were labeled "weak" by later generations.
I would like to ask how the people in power in the Song Dynasty felt so embarrassed.
In the Song Dynasty, more than one Yue Fei died with hatred? More than one Yue family army?
This thought flashed past, and Li Xia's steps became more determined.
He walked beside Pu Zezhi and followed the torrent of Song troops towards him...
Finally, the figure of the Mongolian cavalry appeared at the end of the long street.
"咴咴咴......"
Pu Zezhi raised his sword and shouted: "Soldiers, we were born in Sichuan and Shu, and our ancestors were buried in Sichuan and Shu. How can we allow the Tartars to trample on us?"
"Not allowed! Not tolerated!"
"Before this battle, my son asked me, 'If we lose, how can we see our elders in my hometown?' Tonight I also asked the soldiers, if we lose, how can I see my elders in my hometown?!"
After a while, the Song army officers and soldiers responded in unison: "We must win!"
"Must win!"
"Polu!"
"kill……"
The Song army surged towards the Mongolian army from the streets and alleys, and their momentum severely suppressed the Mongolian army in an instant.
Blood kept spilling on the stone road. As soon as the battle started, the winner was already clear...
For others, it would be difficult to understand what Pu Zhezhi's sentence "We were born in Sichuan and grew up in Sichuan and Shu" meant to the Sichuan soldiers.
Shu commanders sent by the imperial court were rarely local people from Sichuan and Shu.
The imperial court was always worried that Shu was so remote that Tianfu could become its own country, so it never trusted local generals. It didn't even trust Yu Jie who came from Quzhou on the Zhejiang Road.
However, the Shu people really need a Shu commander who can lead them to "defend their home and country".
When the situation in Sichuan and Sichuan was almost irreversible, they finally waited for one.
Pu Zezhi is the successor of "Pu Yuan", a famous scholar in the Three Kingdoms. Pu Yuan was Zhuge Liang's staff and once made three thousand swords for Zhuge Liang in Xiegu.
The Pu family has been rooted in Shu for generations.
For the Sichuan soldiers, this meant that Pu Zezhi would not only care about his own future like Yu Hui did, making the Shu land a mess and then walking away.
Yu Hui can still move to another place, but what about them? Their hometown is lost, and all their relatives and friends are gone.
What they want is a general who really wants to win.
As long as they are given a general like this, they can win against no matter how fierce the Mongols are.
This is not to prove anything to the court, but to protect their hometown.
The sound of killing shook the sky...
Atahu looked angrily at the Song army advancing step by step, and at the Mongolian army reining in panic and retreating back.
He finally found that he was in the most unfavorable battlefield...street fighting.
During the street fighting, the Mongolian cavalry was unable to run and was completely unable to move.
Seeing that the situation was critical, Ah Dahu had no choice but to charge personally, trying to use his personal bravery to boost morale and save the situation.
Of course he is extremely brave...
"puff!"
A spear knocked over Atahu's mount.
Several more spears came down.
"ah!"
Atahu was seriously injured and roared in anger.
He still wanted to stand up and fight, but the Song soldiers were much angrier than him and kept killing their enemies.
"Puff puff……"
One spear after another pierced Atahu's body until he was turned into mud.
The soldiers of the Song Dynasty swarmed up, but they did not vent their anger. Some people roared to the sky, and some cried loudly.
Cries and laughter converged into a roar.
"How can we, the Shu people, be trampled by the Tartars?!"
"How can we, the Shu people, be trampled by the Tartars?!"
Li Xia listened to the roar, closed his eyes, and felt their excitement pouring into his blood.
Although he is not from Shu, he is connected by blood with them...
At the same time, Jiantan Crossing.
Liu Zheng was awake and staring at the deep night sky.
Niulin's army is approaching and will arrive in just one or two days.
But Liu Zheng suddenly missed his hometown... Henan Road, Dengzhou.
Dengzhou is not far from Xiangyang in the Song Dynasty, but it is on the other side of the Huaihe River. It is one of the places that the Song Dynasty can never recover.
Liu Zheng has been a Jin person since he was born. He misses his hometown and his motherland.
The golden man, this is his most deep-rooted understanding of himself.
If you want to trace it back, this understanding may have originated more than 120 years ago, when the Song Dynasty made an agreement with the Jin Kingdom that "the people from the south should return to the south, and the people from the north should return to the north."
To put it simply, if someone has an ancestral home or was born within the territory of the Jin Kingdom, the Song Ting will recognize him as a Jin person. Even if he escapes to the Song Dynasty, the Song Ting will make him return to the Jin Kingdom.
For the Song Dynasty, this probably just meant that "peace talks must be made with the Jin Kingdom, and those who dare to speak out against the Jin Kingdom will be killed without mercy."
For the northerners at that time, it was tantamount to being abandoned by their homeland, which was heartbreaking.
But that was only for the northerners at that time. More than 120 years had passed, and Liu Zheng's generation would only feel heartbroken by the demise of the Jin Kingdom.
Even though he returned to the Song Dynasty after the death of the Jin Dynasty, he never felt that he was from the Song Dynasty.
Because the people of the Song Dynasty did not regard him as a kinsman, Zhao Fang's words "You can't use them, it's better to kill them" are still in my ears...
In this night, Liu Zheng from Jiantandu sighed and turned over to sleep without thinking any more.
The Song army in Chengdu was still in ecstasy, wiping the blood on their faces and crying with joy.
They held Atahu's body high and shouted.
"Kill the enemy bandits and restore my hometown..."