When Li Xia wanted to attack Lizhou, he didn't just lead his troops to the city and then start attacking the city.
Set up camp and build a line of defense to prevent the Mongolian troops from coming out of the city. Only in this way can we gain a foothold outside Lizhou City.
After that, he must first occupy the tops of the Longmen Mountains in the west of Lizhou.
Otherwise, these commanding heights are in the hands of the Mongolian army. They can not only throw cannon stones and blast thunder to kill the Song army, but also spy on all the movements of the Song army.
By doing this alone, the Song army did not even touch the city wall of Lizhou, and more than ten days had passed.
In the blink of an eye, it is already the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the new year has come.
It was the sixth year of the reign of Emperor Xingchang of the Song Dynasty and the eighth year of Emperor Mongol Khan of the Great Mongol Kingdom. The two countries were finally about to spend this whole year in endless war.
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Huangze Temple.
This is the temple dedicated to Wu Zetian, located on the cliff on the west bank of the Jialing River, across the river from Lizhou City.
Wu Zetian was born in Lizhou, and her father, the warrior Xun, once served as the governor of Lizhou. Therefore, after Wu Zetian became emperor, she renovated the Sichuan Temple and renamed it Huangze Temple, which means "the emperor's grace reaches his hometown".
Today, Huangze Temple is the last commanding heights of the Lizhou Mongolian army on the west bank.
The Mongolian and Han troops stationed outside the temple also wanted to celebrate the New Year...
The Mongolian Han soldier named "Xu Qiaotou" sat on a stone, counted with his fingers, turned to his centurion "Zhang Qiang" and said something.
"Boss, it's Chinese New Year, how about throwing a few thunderbolts and listening for the sound?"
"What's going on?" Zhang Qiang cursed, "There are only a few left. Are they for your hozen to listen to?"
Xu Qiaotou grinned, showing his black teeth.
Zhang Qiang thought for a moment, but then murmured to himself: "Where can I get some firecrackers?"
"It's only found in the city."
Xu Qiaotou patted the lice on his neck, looked at Lizhou City on the other side of the river, and said, "I wonder if the Mongolian nobles will celebrate the New Year."
"none of your business."
Xu Qiaotou just smiled, looking bored.
He lives a numb life, and the only thing he looks forward to all year round is the New Year. But this year, he can't go home for a reunion, and can't even hear the sound of firecrackers, so there is no hope.
Xu Qiaotou is a lame man. He was originally from Xujiayan, Qingpingzi, west of Lizhou. He fled during the war a few years ago.
Later, when he heard that the Mongols were recruiting refugees in Lizhou to return to their hometowns to farm, he was dubious. He couldn't survive anyway, so he followed the villagers back.
I didn’t expect there to be such a field.
Of course he had to pay the annual harvest, but if he could leave enough grain to live on, he would live a peaceful life again, and he felt that the Mongols were not bad.
Damn it, the Song army wanted to attack again, but they couldn't defend it and ruined his fields.
This time Marshal Wang conscripted troops, and everyone was given food and wine, and those who defended Lizhou were rewarded.
Xu Qiaotou was greedy for that meal and believed in the reputation of the Wang family, so he joined the Mongolian Han army.
Seeing how ferocious the Song army was, they knocked down all the other mountains, and it was Huangze Temple's turn next... Xu Qiaotou didn't feel much either.
Anyway, he just resigned himself to life.
Suddenly, a killing cry sounded.
"The Song Army is coming!"
"where?"
Xu Qiaotou stared down the cliff with wide eyes and saw the rolling waves of the Jialing River, but there was no trace of the Song army.
"The back! The back... came out of the mountains..."
"Damn it, the Song Army! It's the New Year, can't we wait until after the New Year to fight?"
"No rules at all."
"The Mongolian grandfathers are all hiding in the city, asking us hard-working people to work hard."
"You die at the end of the twelfth lunar month, and the lonely ghosts of the first month are floating all over the mountains."
After all, the Song army had not yet rushed forward, and the centurion seemed to be resigned to its fate, and began to adjust the artillery carriage.
In the first round of ejection, the stones are loaded into the gun carriage.
Xu Qiaotou tied the heavy rope to his shoulders, working hard like an old cow.
He was angry and wanted to shout something.
So he let the rope strangle him until his face turned red, and he yelled.
"You sons of bitches! I hate you for fighting during the Chinese New Year!"
"throw!"
The cannon bar was pulled down heavily by them, and rocks were thrown heavily into the mountains and forests...
However, the defeated army rushed over in front of them, screaming, and then the Song army holding knives strode over to catch up.
As soon as the blood spread, Xu Qiaotou was frightened and turned around to hide behind the artillery truck.
"The captain is hiding in Huangze Temple!"
"Kill them!" Zhang Qiang was still yelling, waving his sword and driving the soldiers to rush forward to fight the Song army.
Xu Qiaotou shrank back under the gun carriage and saw people running all over the cliff.
The screams came and he trembled with fear.
A stream of blood slowly flowed down and passed through his knees...
Afterwards, there was shouting.
"Listen, fellow villagers... The superiors are hiding in Lizhou City, hiding in the mountain fortress, and letting you sleep in the open air and work hard... Is it worth it?!"
At first, Xu Qiaotou didn't listen carefully.
But gradually, he heard that Song Jun's shouts had a Lizhou accent.
"Recover Lizhou, divide the fields for cultivation...not pay taxes or tribute for three years...not pay tribute, not be a low-class person..."
"Returning to the Song Dynasty, celebrating the New Year in the camp, listening to operas and music..."
In the distance, there are people singing folk songs in Lizhou dialect.
"Go and carry fire paper to carry salt. Women and children rely on it. Thousand-year-old tea trees leave wooden doors. Thousands of miles of tea ceremony goes around Jiachuan..."
Xu Qiaotou stuck his head out to see if the battle was over.
Wherever he looked, he saw that Zhang Qiang had lit a thunderbolt and rushed straight towards the Song army's formation with it in his arms.
"Brothers, don't believe these hozens, don't forget the good life Marshal Wang gave us!"
Xu Qiaotou's eyes widened.
He knew that Centurion Zhang Qiang was originally a soldier of the General-in-Chief's Mansion and had just been appointed as Centurion. He said that if he defended Lizhou City, he could join the Badulu Army and become a Mongolian.
Ahead, Zhang Qiang had already rushed into the Song army, raising his hand to throw the thunder.
"Bang!"
Iron pieces flew everywhere, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
More than ten Song soldiers fell to the ground screaming.
But no more people rushed with Zhang Qiang.
This centurion sacrificed his own life to make Xu Qiaotou finally hear the news before the New Year...
~~
At the top of Lizhou City, Wang Hanchen looked up at the cliff on the other side and saw the Mongolian army's flag falling down, and a Song army flag being planted.
"On the 11th, Li Xia pulled out thirteen of our mountains." Wang Weizheng said.
"so what?"
Wang Hanchen knew very well that these commanding heights were useful in the hands of the Mongolian army, and they could attack the Song army's camp. The Song army had to take them, but if they did, they would be of no use to the siege.
Next, the Song army still had to build a pontoon bridge and attack the city from the other side of the Jialing River.
"These miscellaneous soldiers were originally used to hold back the Song army." Wang Hanchen said, "It would be a pity to die."
"Delay the Song army?" Wang Weizheng asked: "Fifth uncle, we have 30,000 people and the Song army only has 8,000 people. Why do we have to delay it? The longer we fight, the greater the loss to Lizhou."
"Don't underestimate Li Xia." Wang Hanchen said: "Look through the Sichuan-Sichuan battle reports in recent years. Although Li Xia's name is listed after many Song generals, every time our army suffered a major defeat, he encountered this son. He is similar in age to the commander-in-chief. But he has been appointed as the general manager of Chengdu of the Song Army."
Wang Weizheng was surprised.
At his age, he has succeeded as the commander-in-chief. No matter how humble he is, he considers himself to be the youngest handsome man in the world.
The thought of not giving up came to mind.
Wang Hanchen added: "In the battle of Diaoyu City, our Mongolian army suffered a huge defeat. Its morale was low, and the commander-in-chief had not been succeeded for long. This was not the case for the Song army, which was at the peak of its vigor. Therefore, the longer it is delayed, the more advantageous it is... In addition,
Soon the army will withdraw to Hanzhong. Then we can win without a fight."
Only then did Wang Weizheng fully understand why the troops outside the city were said to be abandoned.
Use those useless miscellaneous soldiers to consume the Song army's siege time...
~~
Xu Qiaotou has become a prisoner.
With his hands tied, he limped into the Song Army camp.
His back was very curved, and he still had the attitude of resignation. Only when he heard the sound of a gong did he look up.
From a distance, I saw a stage set up in the center of the Song Army's camp, with someone on it beating gongs and shouting at the top of their lungs.
"On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the new year is approaching. Now that we have entered the camp, we are either brothers Paoze or fellow villagers..."
Xu Qiaotou couldn't help but stopped and stared blankly, listening to the man's dramatic voice announcing the play that would be sung on the stage tomorrow night.
Thinking about it, the last time his hometown had such a New Year flavor was many, many years ago. At that time, he was only five or six years old, sitting on a bench at the entrance of the village and feeling the excitement...
~~
Li Xia stood on the hill and was looking south.
This whole year has been a constant battle, seemingly endless, and of course there are people he wants to see.
A sentry horse came running from a distance, interrupting his contemplation.
"Report to the general, the Mongolian troops in Lizhou City are shouting at the top of the city, please rest for two days..."
Li Xia came back to his senses and understood what the uncle and nephew of the Wang family were thinking without even thinking.
Just dragging.
"Go to the city and reply to them, okay."
"yes!"
"Give me another sentence, 'I have heard for a long time that the Wang family likes to collect books for generations. Kuoduan massacred Shu, and the Tatars fought for gold, jade, and silk. Only Wang Shixian searched for the classics and bundled them away. Now, taking advantage of this truce, I would like to
Lend me a book?'"
~~
Wang Weizheng was listening to the shouting from the city. He was stunned for a moment, and then he put his hands behind his hands and said, "Let's ask the other party's messenger, what book does Li Xia want to borrow?"
"Listen, people from the Song Dynasty below. My commander-in-chief is asking me, what book do you want to borrow?"
Not long after, the shouts of the Song troops below the city were heard.
""Mozi", I wonder if the Wang family has one?!"
Wang Weizheng was stunned again and murmured: "This Li Xia is so arrogant..."