"Brother Junshi, I shot down a Mongolian soldier."
Zan Wanshou was obviously very excited. He did not hold a bow in his hand, but Lu Xiufu knew that what he said was true.
"Why are you allowed to go to the battlefield?"
"I found Commander Lu and competed with him. He then took me under the stack over there. His archery skills are also very good..."
Zan Wanshou was born in martial arts, he obviously has real talent and knowledge, and he speaks with great pride.
"But Commander Bao came over and drove me back. He also scolded Commander Bao, saying that scholars are precious and the food rations in a village may not be able to afford a scholar to become a Jinshi. I said that I was not a Jinshi, and Commander Bao didn't care..."
Zan Wanshou may also have a good heart.
He was looked down upon by these Jinshi along the way, so it's possible that he didn't mean what he said to the people around him.
Then an official snorted coldly.
But at least Lu Xiufu was touched and sighed in his heart.
Thousands of people have thousands of faces. Today, some people are so scared that they wet their pants, while some people are already able to go into battle to kill the enemy. Some people's lives are worthless, while some people's lives are precious...
Only on the battlefield, everything seems so clear and cruel.
suddenly.
"The Mongolian army has increased its troops!"
"Look!"
Lu Xiufu looked around and saw dust and smoke billowing to the north with a terrifying force.
The surrounding civil servants were talking a lot.
"How many people are here?"
"Ten thousand, right? There's so much movement."
"The day of flat sand never disappears! The day of flat sand never fades!"
After that, he saw Zan Wanshou running back, striding up to the top of the mountain, looking out with interest, and said: "You know, the Mongolian army often has one person and three riders, and even hundreds of people can rush out to thousands.
The formation..."
Lu Xiufu hurriedly walked towards Zan Wanshou and asked, "How to judge the number of enemy troops?"
Zan Wanshou said: "You have to wait until they set up camp and count the tents to find out. Generally speaking, there are four to five soldiers in one tent."
"What if we estimate at this time?"
"Look at the flag, but it's not accurate." Zan Wanshou squinted his eyes and murmured: "I can only say...if the Mongolian army had not used deceit, this would have been a thousand-man army."
"What you see on paper is ultimately shallow." Lu Xiufu couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
In the past, when reading military books, it was common to see armies of one hundred thousand or one million on paper.
This time when he entered Hanzhong, Li Xia's long queue of more than a thousand people lined up along Chencang Road opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, the Mongolian cavalry formation was even louder.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, could An have imagined how massive a thousand people were?
Breathtaking...
~~
The suffering of the war was far beyond these officials' expectations.
Every moment is suffering.
Finally in the evening, when the Mongolian army attacking the mountain slowly retreated, the civil servants finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Xiufu sat on a stone, cut off a section of his middle coat, wrapped his wide sleeves, tucked his long lapel into his belt, and strode towards the mountain road.
This time no soldiers stopped him.
Passing through the soldiers sitting on the ground, he saw the one-eyed Bao San and his men burying the dead soldiers. After that, he actually started laughing again.
"At Dashan Pass today, Xu Guidou killed many people with cannon stones, right?"
"Those Mongolian Tatars at the bottom of the mountain can make more buns to eat tonight. They have a lot of meat fillings."
"Haha, the war is so big that it scares us Qingtian masters, 'I want to go back to Lin'an'..."
In the middle of Bao San's words, he saw Lu Xiufu coming and kept silent.
Lu Xiufu didn't understand why these soldiers could laugh and laugh in such a short period of time after seeing their comrades die in battle.
Is Pao Ze's love so understated in their eyes?
He said nothing, picked up a branch, inserted it into the handful of loess with both hands, and bowed solemnly...
~~
After eating dry food, all the civil servants took a rest in the tent early.
Because Lu Xiufu and Yang Qixin were both sick, they were placed in the same tent to facilitate the doctor's care.
Hu Sansheng was worried about Lu Xiufu and chose the most powerful Zan Wanshou to live with them.
The four of them were lying in the tent, thinking about today's war, each with different thoughts.
"vomit……"
From time to time there were sounds of vomiting outside, and occasionally someone could be heard whimpering.
"Today, Wang Shan and Wang Mingde were paralyzed with fear." Hu Sansheng said: "The war has just started, and he has the intention to surrender... I don't want to talk about others behind their backs, but from now on, I will stay away from him."
Zan Wanshou said: "You guys haven't noticed yet? Our performance has been recorded by a dedicated person."
Yang Qixin coughed heavily.
Hu Sansheng said in a low voice: "I can see that Li Jieshuai deliberately intimidated us because he is young and is afraid that others will disobey him."
"You can't say that." Zan Wanshou said: "Today, the Mongolian army's strength was restrained and they did not attack Dashan Pass. In two days, the pass will be fully built. That is the meaning of this battle..."
"Jun Shi." Hu Sansheng turned around and asked, "Are you afraid?"
"Afraid." Lu Xiufu said: "I heard in the past that when the Mongols looted gold, many cities surrendered before the Mongolian troops arrived. I don't understand, thinking why hundreds of thousands of people would surrender to thousands of Mongolian troops...
today……"
Having said this, he thought about what he had seen today and was silent for a long time before continuing to speak.
"Last year, Zhang Shi and Zhang Dutong pretended to surrender to Mongolia and defended Kuzhu Pass...how brave and loyal they are, I can truly understand them today."
"Alas." Governor Hu San sighed.
Zan Wanshou said: "Today this is just a small battle, there are not many troops in total, let alone guarding the mountain, it is just a small fight. Li Jiezhi also protects us..."
As soon as he said this, there was a silence in the tent.
Lu Xiufu has a dull temper, and Hu Sansheng and Yang Qixin don't like to hear what he says.
After being quiet for a long time...
"As an old man, he has ambitions for thousands of miles. In his old age, martyrs have great ambitions." Yang Qixin suddenly said something incomprehensible.
"Go to sleep, Tanhualang..."
~~
What followed was three miserable days.
Three days later, it was another dull night. Hu Sansheng was lying in the tent, scolding Li Xia and Gu Li in his heart.
When he went to take office in Hanzhong, he said everything, such as Li Xia was promoted because of the traitorous party, and they could have recovered Hanzhong... All these things were shattered in this battle.
He hated that Li Xia could do everything he couldn't, and he hated that Li Xia had thrown him into this dangerous battlefield off guard...
Too tired, Hu Sansheng closed his eyes in exhaustion, hoping not to face all this again when he wakes up tomorrow.
"Get up and move camp."
Hu Sansheng was dazed when someone pulled him up.
After leaving the tent, I could barely see in the moonlight, and all I could see were the shadows of people.
"No lighting of fires, no making noise."
"What are you doing? I can't see clearly..."
"Don't say anything, move the camp, and send you back to Hanzhong to take up your posts."
"Thank God."
"If you can't see the road clearly, hold on to the person in front of you."
"Jun Shi, Jun Shi." Hu Sansheng called out quickly.
"Brother Jing Shen, stop talking." Lu Xiufu's voice was calm.
Hu Sansheng then felt relieved and grabbed a soldier tightly by his waist. After waiting for a long time, he was led down the mountain.
…
It is not dangerous to move camp at the location of Wohu Mountain. Because there is Chencang Road at the foot of the mountain and Dashan Pass is not far away, the Mongolian army did not dare to station in the canyon.
After walking for an hour, finally, the outline of Dashan Pass appeared in front of us.
There was a firelight in front, sending a signal to the city.
The door opens slowly.
Hu Sansheng breathed a sigh of relief...
suddenly.
The sound of horse hooves sounded from behind.
"Come here!" an official shouted in panic.
"Everyone calm down! Enter the city in an orderly manner! No crowding allowed!"
"..."
There was a bright fire on the top of the city, and cannonballs whizzed past overhead.
The sound of horse hooves echoed in the valley, getting closer and closer.
"ah!"
Finally someone panicked.
"Don't be too crowded! The commander has made arrangements."
The soldiers were still shouting, but the uncontrolled officials began to push and block the city gate.
"Don't crowd."
Hu Sansheng was hit from behind, and an official grabbed him and rushed forward.
"Catch him back!"
"Why are you running around?!"
"..."
I saw more and more officials running past Hu Sansheng, pushing forward with all their might.
"Ah! The Mongolian army is coming..."
"Brother Wan Shi?" Hu Sansheng stared at him and shouted, "Calm down, calm down!"
He wasn't afraid at first, but now that he was left behind, he began to panic.
"Brother Wan Shi, please stop crowding..."
Some soldiers came over, knocked out the official who was still fighting for the door, and threw him on the roadside.
"What are you doing?!" Hu Sansheng shouted: "Why don't you take him away?!"
"Anyone who dares to grab the door will be knocked unconscious and left behind!"
"No crowding allowed!"
"..."
"Kill!"
The sound of fighting has already begun.
In the chaos, Hu Sansheng was suddenly hit in the abdomen and fell to the ground.
When he tried to get up, he was stepped on.
There was a sound of arrows, a "pop" sound, warm blood dripping down, and a fishy smell rising to the sky.
"ah!"
Hu Sansheng finally lost his mind and yelled.
His mind was in chaos and he could no longer think at all.
"..."
"Kill them!"
"Pfft...pfft..."
When he finally got up from the ground, he turned around and saw a scene he would never forget.
"Pei Chen!"
In his sight, a machete struck down, and Huang Rong, who was of the same age as him, was struck down in a pool of blood.
Not long ago, they were reciting poems together.
“The Yongchuan River connected to the Qin Dynasty is original and strong, and the Jing Yang River flows under the water day and night.”
next moment.
"Wan Shi..."
"puff!"
The Meng soldier was still waving his scimitar and chopped down another person.
From only seven or eight steps away, you could see his face covered in blood.
That murderous intent, ferocious, and cruel eyes seemed to pierce into Hu Sansheng's heart.