A sailor propped up a long pole, and a newly built bamboo raft was rowed from the shore to the rebel warship in the middle of the river.
The Song soldiers on the bamboo raft all carried shields to resist the crossbow arrows fired from the front, bending their knees to maintain their body's center of gravity.
Finally, they entered the range that the rebel arrows could reach.
"Shield!"
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk..."
The arrows hit the shield, like heavy rain pouring down. Accompanied by screams, two Song soldiers were hit by arrows and sat on their knees on the bamboo raft.
People who have never been on the battlefield often think that soldiers should be very brave, but generally speaking, as long as one of the twelve people on the bamboo raft screams, the other eleven will be frightened into confusion and turn back.
Fortunately, this group of Song soldiers were Lu Wende's personal soldiers and were quite brave, so they could continue to move forward.
"Shut up, stop howling!"
"Damn, the rebels have so many arrows."
The Song army man named "Meng Guangbian" cursed, quickly looked out from the gap in the shield, and shouted: "Go ahead, kill Li Ni!
"Boom."
The small bamboo raft was placed under the warship.
"Shield up!"
Meng Guangbian threw away his shield, took out a big iron nail and a sledgehammer, and tried to nail the rebel warship while shaking.
The bamboo raft swayed, sometimes approaching the warship, sometimes pulling away.
"Ya San, hold on for me!"
Looking back, I saw that the sailor holding the pole had been shot to death by the rebels' arrows.
"Qiaokou, support me..."
Finally, as he watched the bamboo raft approaching the warship again, Meng Guangbian saw the right moment, gave it a hammer, and drove the big iron nail into the joint between the two planks of the warship.
He struggled to hold the iron nail with his hands, but the bamboo raft under his feet was about to leave his soles, causing him to be almost hung on the rebel warship.
"rope!"
A comrade hugged his legs and handed him a rope. Meng Guangbian tied the hemp rope and pulled the bamboo raft and the warship together.
Panting, I looked back and saw that only six of the twelve people who started out were left.
"Hold up your shield! Chisel..."
"Bang!"
A huge boulder fell, smashing the soldier next to Meng Guangbian into a bloody mess.
The meat paste was smeared on Meng Guangbian's face, fishy and hot, and the next moment the boat capsized into the Han River.
"Grrrrrrrrrr."
The waves hit hard, making people feel cold and painful.
Meng Guangbian wanted to cry for a moment. Although he was a veteran, in less than a stick of incense, he killed all his brothers and sisters who accompanied him day and night. Why?
Can you not cry?
But this is a battlefield. He can only hold on to the rope in his hand and hang it under the rebel warship to avoid being carried further by the river and shot to death by arrows...
"Cut the boat!" Following another shout, another bamboo raft floated over from the south.
Meng Guangbian tried his best to raise his head from the river and shouted: "Huangpi, here!"
"Swish swish swish."
Arrows rained down, surrounding the warship, and the river turned red.
In the waves, several Song soldiers were afraid of being hit by arrows, so they jumped into the river, swam to Meng Guangbian, pulled his rope, and finally started to build the boat.
"Smash the rebel ship!"
"Tuk, Tuk..."
"puff."
An extremely long spear stretched out from the warship and stabbed into the Song soldier's neck easily, like a fish.
"puff."
It's easier than pinning a fish. The rebel soldiers standing on the side of the boat only need to prick it to take a life.
"Fire the arrow!"
Another bamboo raft came over, and the soldiers of the Song Dynasty fired arrows to cover it.
The rebel soldier on the side of the ship who was concentrating on stabbing people finally fell into the water with a "Oh!"
Meng Guangbian was slapped again by Jiang Lang, and he quickly continued to drill the boat.
finally.
As he knocked hard, a big hole was opened, and the river gurgled into the bottom cabin of the warship.
"The boat is broken!"
"Block it!"
Meng Guangbian heard someone shouting in the bottom cabin and quickly started to pry the wooden planks of the hole.
"Snapped."
A piece of wood was broken by him with force.
"puff."
He had been shot in the shoulder.
"puff."
Suddenly a dagger poked out of the hole in the boat, inserted into his eye socket, and got stuck on his eye bone.
"ah!"
Meng Guangbian was in severe pain and frantically tried to catch it with his hands. In the confusion, he caught an arm along the dagger.
"Ah! Pull me! Pull me!!"
The rebel in the bilge was also startled and quickly wanted to recover.
Meng Guangbian's eyes were in severe pain and he refused to let go. Half of his body was actually pulled into the hole, and his shoulders were stuck between the wooden boards.
"Block it!"
"Go to hell!"
Someone slashed Meng Guangbian's hand with a knife, but the first blow did not cut it off. The knife hit the bones of his forearm.
The sound of "thunk" is like chopping pig bones.
The people fighting in the cabin seemed to wake up at this moment.
Meng Guangbian let go of his hand and stopped catching the rebel.
Soldier, he knew in his heart that he was going to die, and suddenly he became discouraged.
"Damn it." The rebel soldier who had just been grabbed cursed, still in shock. "Kill him."
"Bring a wooden board, this guy is stuck here, just block the hole first..." Someone gasped and yelled.
Several rebels in the bottom cabin began to run.
"I……"
Meng Guangbian's chest was stuck in a hole, he couldn't breathe, and his face turned blue.
He doesn't want to die.
He also wanted to go back and honor his mother.
"My... name is Meng Guangbian... Anfeng... Meng Guangbian from Anfeng..."
Because he wanted to leave something behind in this world, he murmured his name and hometown.
He is thirty-one years old this year. The year his mother gave birth to him, his father participated in the battle of Duanping and Luo with the army and liberated Bianjing. Then he never came back.
It was the magistrate of Anfeng County who personally gave him this name.
"The Guangbian who restored Bianjing..."
"Dead?" the rebel in the bottom cabin asked, took some leather and stuffed it around the body.
"There is still water in the cabin." Another rebel kicked the water and made a splash.
"Let's scoop it out tonight."
"Damn, what did Song Bing just say?"
"Recover Bianjing... just him?"
"He was so fierce that he almost sank our boat by himself. It scared me to death."
"Is it useful to be fierce? Is it useful? Zhao and Song have both negotiated peace, but are you still fierce?"
The cursing soldier turned and walked away, while another man stepped forward and patted Meng Guangbian's corpse on the shoulder.
"Brother, I am from Lu'an."
After thinking about it for a while, he had nothing to say, so he sniffed and dropped the last sentence.
"I will regain the sixteen states of Yanyun in the future."
…
In the distance, the sound of gold ringing came, and the cheers of the Tang soldiers rang out outside the cabin. The cheers repelled the Song army's offensive again.
But the cheers didn't last long.
After fighting fiercely for more than half a month, they gradually realized that many of the people they killed were actually heroes on the anti-Mongolian battlefield.
No matter how bastard Lu Wende is, he was indeed the mainstay of the fight against the Mongolian army. He did have many loyal and courageous soldiers under his command.
On the other hand, such a general disregarding the interests of the country in order to trade with the Mongols also makes Lu Wende even more of a bastard.
Every day, those soldiers of the Song Dynasty who dared to fight bravely were pushed to the battlefield and sacrificed.
The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty could no longer take pleasure in killing and injuring these soldiers of the Song Dynasty.
Cleaning the battlefield every day, they all have the feeling that "we are born from the same roots, so why rush each other".
Fortunately, Li Xia and many generals were aware of the changes in the soldiers' mentality, and arranged trainers in the army to comfort them.
In the evening, a battle came to an end, and the Tang army quickly sang military songs.
"..."
"You came to join the army in the Han Dynasty, and the Nanshan Mountains were covered with snow and jade."
This is a poem by Lu You. Shi Jun and Fang Yankai both chose it to inspire soldiers.
In the first month of the eighth year of Emperor Xiaozong's reign in the Song Dynasty, Lu You went to Hanzhong and served as an official in the shogunate of Wang Yan, the Xuanfu envoy of Sichuan. He served in the army by the Han River and looked at the rugged rocks and crystal white snow of Zhongnan Mountain every day.
He also put forward a military proposition, "In order to plan the Central Plains, we must start from Chang'an to take Chang'an, and we must start from Longyou. We should accumulate millet and train our troops. If there is provocation, we will attack, and if there is no provocation, we will defend."
This has been Li Xia's strategy over the years.
However, after the strategy was implemented and he recovered Chang'an, he broke with the Song Dynasty and turned east to attack the Song Dynasty.
Song Ting accused him of rebellion, but he believed that Song Ting betrayed the people of the world who were determined to restore the Central Plains.
Every time Fang Yankai teaches people to sing this poem, he will carefully tell the story behind it.
"The good times did not last long. Less than ten months after Lu Fangweng, who advocated the war of resistance, arrived in Hanzhong, Wang Yan, the governor of Xuanfu, was demoted. Zhao Song dismissed him from his official position because he did not follow etiquette and relied on drinking and decadence. He was very angry and called himself ' Fang Weng, the name Lu Fang Weng is his disappointment with Zhao Song. I will teach you two more poems..."
Most of the soldiers in the Tang Dynasty were literate. Although they did not understand the rhythm of the poem, they could still understand the meaning of the poem as long as they listened to the explanation.
In their eyes, poetry is a very noble thing. They are extremely proud to learn two poems, so they listen very carefully every time.
"Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself. I still want to defend the Luntai for my country. Lu Fangweng doesn't feel sad for myself. It's a pity that he has the intention to kill the enemy but has no place to use it. This is the sorrow of Zhao Song. The next song is 'Death means knowing that everything is in vain' ,But the sorrow is not shared by Jiuzhou, but does anyone know what it means..."
After telling Lu You's life as if telling a story, Fang Yankai finally said, "I will teach you this song "Jin Cuo Dao Xing" because we will capture Longxi, capture Chang'an, and conquer the Central Plains just as Lu Fangweng hoped when he arrived in Hanzhong. Unification of Kyushu."
"..."
The sunset is like blood.
What was spilled on the banks of Jianghan was real blood.
The military songs of Tang soldiers were sung over and over again.
As they sang, their guilt for killing Song's soldiers was relieved a lot, and they gradually became more confident.
“How can China be deserted?!”
On the other side of the river, the soldiers of Song Dynasty never responded.
So some soldiers of the Tang Dynasty shouted and asked: "You cowards! Do you still have blood? Would you rather die in your hands than kneel before the foreigners?!"
The voices were low at first, but then, with the tacit consent of the general, the voices of the Tang soldiers gathered together.
"Cowards..."
After a long time, the Song soldiers on the riverside also began to respond.
"Thieves! You rebelled first!"
"I would rather rebel than surrender to the Mongols and pay your mother's annual coins..."
~~
Li Xia stood on the oar, scanning the other side with a telescope and watching the exchanges between the two armies.
He was willing to indulge in this kind of scolding because he was prepared in advance and believed that Lu Wende's soldiers were easier to be shaken than his own soldiers.
Suddenly, a soldier came forward and reported: "Your Majesty, the enemy general has sent an envoy to ask for an audience."
Li Xia and Fang Yankai looked at each other with some understanding in their eyes.
At this time, Lu Wende sent someone here because of Shi Jun.
…
Before the floating corpses on the Han River were cleared, ships carrying envoys from the Song Army rowed toward the Tang Army's formation.
It can be seen that no matter how fierce this kind of civil war is, those in power can still negotiate at any time according to the situation.
Only the corpses of ordinary soldiers are still drifting down the river, and their lost lives will never be recovered...