Li Chengshou was so frightened that the wine glass in his hand shook, and all the wine inside sloshed out.
"Ship? Whose boat is it?"
"Song's ship."
"It's bad!" Li Chengshou knew it was bad as soon as he heard it. He threw the wine glass, hugged the armor and weapons, and ran out, putting on his equipment as he ran.
He had fought in the north and knew how powerful the Jurchens were. In the past, the Jurchens, who were like savages, could beat tens of thousands of Korean troops until they cried for their fathers and mothers. Later, they were reorganized into the Jurchens, Khitan, Xi, Tieli, etc. of the Qinglong Banner.
The combat power of Shiwei's various cavalrymen has been greatly increased several times, and they have almost no chance of winning in a fight.
Annihilated 40,000 Song cavalry? Annihilated 400 enemies. Li Chengshou still wants to believe that. 40,000? Haha, I believe you are a ghost.
Li Chengshou has an old friend who is still in the Nine Cities garrison. Over the past month, he has exchanged letters to learn about the situation. He has guessed the truth and has worries in his heart. How can the Song people let it go so easily after suffering such a big loss?
He kindly reminded his relatives, friends and comrades in the north to be careful. If something goes wrong, it is important to save your life. You are all the pillars of the family, and if something goes wrong, the world will collapse. Even if you win the battle, you will not be rewarded——
The porridge they eat is dry because they have a conscience.
Why risk your life for them?
Remind them, but Song Jun came under his nose first, which was funny.
But why did the Song army come to Pyongyang?
He led a dozen of his own soldiers and ran all the way to the South Gate Tower. They saw the Xishui River more than a mile away, densely packed with boats, hundreds of them. The most were twenty feet long, like
A double-decker boat that looks like a fish.
These ships were lying across the river, with one side facing Pyongyang City.
Thousands of soldiers gathered on the city tower, looking at the scene on the river in panic.
"Why are you panicking!" Li Chengshou shouted, signaling his close soldiers to rush around to suppress him. Seeing that the situation was not right, he must not get into trouble before the battle started.
"Have you sent someone to report this to the governor?" Li Chengshou asked.
"Someone was sent to report it. They said they were on their way."
"Notify other city gates to close them quickly and be more vigilant," Li Chengshou ordered.
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"You guys, hurry up and bring up the defense equipment." Li Chengshou said, pointing to the soldiers lying on the wall.
The soldiers stepped forward and waved their whips, finally making the soldiers move.
"General Lang, is the Song army coming?" a confidant asked quietly.
"It's not obvious yet." Li Chengshou pointed at the river and replied angrily.
"Then what should we do? Our family members are all in the capital, so we can only fight to the death."
"A fight to the death? Let's take a look at the situation first." Li Chengshou was at a loss for what to do and could only reply helplessly.
"Where are the ships of the Song Dynasty?" came a trembling voice. Then the voices of everyone sounded out one after another: "I have seen the official Fu Yin."
Li Chengshou hurriedly greeted him.
A fifty-year-old man, wearing a purple official robe and a turban, panting and finally climbed up the steps to the tower with the help of two servants.
"Chengshou, what happened?" Li Qianyang, who was sentenced to stay in Xijing by the Goryeo Kingdom, asked.
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"Song Dynasty sea ship." Li Chengshou stepped forward and helped a servant support him.
Li Qianyang was Li Chengshou's uncle, and the Li family was also a well-known family in Goryeo. Otherwise, after Li Chengshou's accusation, he would not have been promoted to Lang and transferred to Pyongyang City, but would have been left in the cold.
Li Qianyang stood in front of the stomping wall, opened his cloudy eyes, and finally saw the situation on the river clearly, and then took a breath of cold air.
"Is there pirates again? Why are there so many ships?" Li Qianyang asked in disbelief.
"Uncle, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as piracy this time." Li Chengshou leaned over and whispered in his ear.
Li Qianyang shuddered, "You mean... the Song Dynasty has started a war!"
"The Great Victory at Cheongcheon River!"
"What a bullshit victory over the Cheongchon River! I don't know what tricks Cui Hongzheng played. He mobilized more than 100,000 soldiers and horses, spent countless food, grass and baggage, and finally captured thousands of heads. How dare he boast that it was 40,000. Why doesn't he go to heaven! By the way
No one dares to go to the north to personally inspect, deceive the subordinates and conceal the superiors, and deceive the saints."
Li Qianyang was annoyed and angry!
"Song Jun also has the ability to go to the north to find Cui Hongzheng. Why come to Pyongyang City to show off his prestige? I f*cked whoever I provoked!"
After shouting for a while, Li Qianyang asked Li Chengshou.
"My dear nephew, what should we do?"
"Uncle, I have notified other gates to close the city gates tightly and be on high alert."
"You said that the Song Army is not limited to the water?"
"Uncle, the Song Army's navy is cutting off the connection between Pyongyang City and Kaijing. To attack the city, it requires horse and infantry armies. The navy's presence here must have come from the sea. Nanpu has been lost, and the Song Army landed in large numbers from there.
, Presumably the Ma Bujun has already guarded the main roads outside Pyongyang."
Li Qianyang's expression changed several times. He pulled Li Chengshou aside and asked in a low voice: "Nephew, is it still too late to run away now?"
"Uncle, it is impossible for the Song army to send only a partial navy force. No one knows how many Song troops are roaming around outside the city now, robbing and killing people who go out of the city."
The expression on Li Qianyang's face is still changing, presumably he is still having a fierce struggle in his heart, and in the end he still doesn't give up.
"Report! A group of people escaped from the north gate."
"Who?"
"The servants and tenants of Cui Dahu in Fushan Farm in the north. They hurried in when the city gate was closed. They said that a team had attacked the farm and captured Cui Dahu's family. They saw the opportunity and ran out on the road.
We were overtaken and captured most of them, and only four or five of them escaped."
Li Qianyang turned to look at Li Chengshou and asked silently.
"Uncle, Fushan Farm is located on the main road from Pyongyang City to Anzhou. If you occupy it, you will cut off the communication with Anzhou."
Li Qianyang's face turned pale and his legs were shaking constantly.
"Chengshou, what should we do? Once the city is destroyed, all jade and stones will be burned. It doesn't matter to me that I am an old man. I pity your cousin, he is only three years old. What should I do?"
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What can I do? I don't have three heads and six arms, so I can protect you. Your concubine and three-year-old cousin ran out of the heavy siege of the Song army.
The judge next to him said: "Master Fu Yin, is it possible that the Song army is bluffing? Why don't we send someone out of the city to investigate first. If the road is clear, we can make a long-term plan."
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"Okay, go and find out!"
Before Li Qianyang could finish his words, an officer rolled over and crawled over, "No, no, there are Song Army cavalry!"
"Which city gate was it discovered?"
"East Gate and North Gate."
"Oops, Ximen discovered a large number of Song Army infantry."
Another bad news came.
Half an hour later, people in the city saw four densely packed phalanxes appearing at the west gate and north gate of Pyongyang City. About three thousand cavalry were parading around the east gate.
The last hope was shattered, and Li Qianyang's face looked deathly pale.
Suddenly, one after another flashes of fire flashed across the river, and dozens of pillars of green smoke spurted out from the side of the ship. Soon, dozens of loud sounds tore through the air and reached everyone's ears.
Before they could react, dozens of artillery shells flew near the South Gate of Pyongyang City. The huge explosion, the rising black smoke, and the rising and falling screams made the heartbroken Li Qianyang make up his mind.
