On Xiangyang City, Li Quancheng, Lu Wenhuan and others stood at the head of Xiangyang City all night. Li Quancheng did not leave, so they could only stay with them until the sky was white in the east and all the soldiers in Xiangyang City had withdrawn. Dou Wen had to come to remind him,
He said: "Sir, it's dawn, should we set off?"
"Wait a minute, I want to discuss something with the vanguard officer of the Mongolian army."
According to reports from Tanma Lai, the Mongolian troops in Nanyang City have assembled and are heading down the South River. They should be arriving in Xiangyang soon. Li Quancheng doesn’t know if the vanguard will be Miao Yan. If so, the people of Xiangyang may be able to avoid being massacred, so even if he takes the risk
, he also wanted to wait, after all, there were hundreds of thousands of innocent people in Xiangfan, and this was the only thing Li Quancheng could do for them.
At a quarter past noon, the water level of the Han River changed and the water flow slowed down a lot. Li Quancheng was shocked and his eyes narrowed. He looked at the dense black spots on the surface of the Han River and suddenly felt a kind of horror rising deep in his heart. He couldn't help but be shocked.
He said: "Where did the Mongols get so many ships?"
Li Quancheng's eyesight was different from ordinary people's. Others could only see a few densely packed small black dots, but Li Quancheng could see the warship like a crucian carp crossing the river, and even the battle flag on the mast could be seen clearly.
The war flags were hunting, the warships broke through the river, setting off huge waves. Although no sound could be heard, this silent magnificence was more silent than sound. Climbing high and looking from a distance, the scenery you saw was spectacular and majestic. I personally feel so proud of this majestic atmosphere.
In front of them, they are as small as ants. No matter who they are, they will feel a sense of horror at their own insignificance. However, facing the Mongolian army ships, they are as dense as fallen leaves in early autumn, floating up and down on the Han River, with murderous intent, making it difficult to gather resistance.
courage!
"Kublai Khan is so bold!"
Putting down his clairvoyance, Lu Wenhuan sighed softly and said: "There are tens of thousands of warships, and these are the first batch of vanguards. I am afraid there are hundreds of thousands of them!"
Li Quancheng trembled when he heard this, his knees felt a little weak, and he had the urge to run away.
Although he wears the hat of "killing Boyan, beating A'shu, and bravely fighting against an army of 100,000 people", he often talks about this achievement. However, only Li Quancheng knows about the situation at that time.
A large army, but that time he was in the army and did not know the true face of Mount Lu. Just because he was in this mountain, the visual stimulation was naturally much smaller than this time. He did not even know that there were 100,000 Mongolians that time.
The army.
But now, from a high position, with a view of the overall situation, the Mongolian ships were swarming towards Xiangyang City like ants. Li Quancheng had never seen such a formation before. Even if there were 100,000 ants, it would be enough to make people feel terrified.
"Bring me a pen and ink, I want to write a letter!"
After much thought, Li Quancheng decided not to face the hundreds of thousands of troops, so he couldn't help but come up with the idea of a "message note". Dou Wen quickly brought the pen and ink, and Li Quancheng didn't care how ugly his handwriting was.
, and started writing quickly.
After writing the letter, Li Quancheng put the letter into an envelope, handed it to Dou Wen, and said: "Tie a red hydrangea with a red cloth, tie this letter to the gate, open the city gate, let's retreat!"
"ah--"
Dou Wen was startled and said: "Don't you want to discuss something with the Mongolian vanguard general?"
Li Quancheng rolled his eyes at Dou Wen angrily and shouted in a low voice: "What a waste of discussion, I have never seen such a formation before. Instead of staying here to be frightened and embarrassed, it would be better to leave a letter directly."
Li Quancheng was a little embarrassed and angry, admitting that being afraid was indeed a shameful thing, but Lu Wenhuan smiled and said: "Don't say that you have never seen big scenes, even if you have been a low-ranking official and an army all your life, how can you not be afraid of every battle?
"
Li Quancheng was stunned and looked at Lu Wenhuan seriously, wanting to see if the old guy said this deliberately to comfort him, but Lu Wenhuan's face was calm and his eyes were peaceful, not like he was lying. Looking at Dou Wen and Long Wenhu again,
But I saw them all nodding seriously...
Li Quancheng was also puzzled. Could it be that guys like them wallowing in a pile of dead people would be afraid?
But I heard Lu Wenhuan say in a harsh voice: "With one person's heart, facing the power of thousands of armies, no one is not afraid, but once the war starts, everyone will bite the bullet and smash into the crowd, their eyes will be stained with blood, and they will cry.
The howling blocked my ears. At that time, everyone was crazy. They forgot to be afraid when they were so angry. They just gritted their teeth and rushed forward with courage. When they saw the Mongols, they would kill them. That's all."
"By the end of the war, those who survived would basically be vomiting and couldn't even lift their fingers. On the one hand, they were exhausted, and on the other hand, they were scared. They were so scared!"
"In the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, no one can remain calm. I remember that in the third year of Xianchun, Ashu Liu Zheng led his army to besiege the city. He led his army to fight out of the city. The battle lasted for half an hour. Each side invested more than 10,000 people.
After the battle, I was trembling all over, but I was carried back by my subordinates. Everyone thought that I had killed too many enemies and was exhausted, but in fact I was afraid."
"The first time I went into battle, I killed one hundred and thirty-one people with my own hands...Made - I have never even killed a chicken before!"
Lu Wenhuan rarely cursed, but Li Quancheng chuckled, and felt a lot more relaxed. He patted Lu Wenhuan on the shoulder and said: "We are retreating. If the pioneer officer is really Princess Miaoyan, I will leave a letter than meet him."
Suitable!"
Li Quancheng thought of the tombstone and subconsciously touched the undergarment in his arms that was buried with him instead of Miao Yan. A lewd smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he hesitated whether to meet her and change it.
This piece... This one has been soaked by the rain and has no fragrance at all...
Li Quancheng's prediction was good. The vanguard of the Mongolian army was Miao Yan. At this time, the gates of Xiangyang City were wide open, and people occasionally walked around the city, but not a single defender was seen. Miao Yan did not know what Lu Wenhuan was planning.
Suddenly, Miao Yan narrowed her eyes slightly and saw the fluttering red caltrops on the gate, with a red hydrangea tied in the middle. For some reason, seeing this, Miao Yan suddenly felt like a newlywed couple holding the hydrangea, a professional couple.
As he bowed, Miao Yan was so fascinated for a moment that her bright eyes filled with crystal tears.
"Who is General Miao Yan outside the city?"
At this time, under the gate of the city gate, an old man dressed in commoner clothes and with a fluttering white beard shouted loudly with his hands on his hips. This man was Mr. Li Qingru, an old man from Xiangyang. Li Quancheng wanted him to evacuate, but he couldn't leave his hometown.
, refused to leave, and saw that the Mongols had been standing outside the city for half an hour, neither entering nor attacking the city. Li Qingru was afraid of missing Li Quancheng's affairs, so he had to run out and call for help.
Miao Yan frowned slightly, clapped her horse and stepped forward, loudly saying: "I am the general! What advice can you give me, old gentleman!"
"Our troops are no longer in Xiangfan and Xiangfan, so you don't have to be so timid!"
Mr. Li Qingru was kind. He had already decided to dedicate the city anyway, so why not be more generous? Although he was telling the truth, to Mongolian ears, it sounded like a wolf grandma tempting a lamb to come in, so Miao Yan became more and more suspicious.
With a wave of his hand, the army drew their bows and arrows, raised their shields and raised their troops, slowly approaching. Although Li Qingru was a scholar, he had experienced six years of defense of Xiangyang, and he was not afraid.
I have to say that the integrity of scholars is really a wonderful thing. It can transcend life and death and make people burst out with infinite courage. Li Qingru knew that the Mongols had misunderstood and was afraid that they would rush into the city and massacre them, so he quickly said straight to the point: "Master Li has brought
After the soldiers withdrew, I left a letter and hung it on the camp gate. I hope the general will open it personally!"
Miao Yan trembled and waved her hand violently. The army shouted loudly and stopped abruptly. Their movements were coordinated, which made Li Qingru's heart tremble and a trace of worry arose. Miao Yan clapped her horse and stepped forward. Kong Yuan, the vanguard deputy general, stopped her quickly and said
: "General, the Han people are so cunning. General, please don't risk yourself. Let the last general take it!"….
After that, Kong Yuan was about to step forward, but Miao Yan quickly stopped Kong Yuan, her voice trembling slightly, and said: "General Kong, stop, I will go in person!"
Miao Yan immediately stepped forward. Asangang and Asi led dozens of soldiers to rush up. When they came to the camp gate, Miao Yan picked out the hydrangea with one shot. There was a letter inserted inside. The envelope said "Miao Yan".
The four words "Yan Qinqi" were written, but the handwriting was too difficult to read. Miao Yan looked at it for a long time before she recognized it. Seeing this ugly handwriting, Miao Yan seemed to see that guy Li Quancheng smiling in her ear.
Calling softly: "Flat-chested girl, my brother wrote you a love letter..."
A red cloud suddenly appeared on Miao Yan's pretty face. She quickly opened the letter and her first sentence was: "Flat-chested wife, your consort is not dead! Your clothes have been soaked by the rain and have no fragrance anymore.
If you have a chance, give your husband another piece, no, it’s best to have a set, including obscene clothes and obscene pants. By the way, remember to drink papaya soup, red date tea and massage regularly. If you still feel like that next time we meet
Ping, my husband will give you a massage myself!"
Seeing this, Miao Yan suddenly became angry and cursed loudly: "Li Quancheng - you bastard - I will catch you and bury you with my own hands - ah -"
With an angry scolding, the spear slashed down, splitting the camp gate in half. No wonder she was angry. She thought Li Quancheng was dead, so she not only buried him, but also buried him with her own personal clothes, and even recruited him as his consort.
, made a vow to "die in the same cave, go to hell together, live with the green lantern of the ancient Buddha, and pray for blessings every day". After doing this for a long time, this guy didn't die. How could Miao Yan not be so angry!
Holding back her anger, Miao Yan looked at the letter again and saw Li Quancheng change his tone and said: "It is a custom among Han people that a husband should follow a woman's will. When you marry a chicken, you will follow the chicken. If you marry a dog, you will follow the dog. You are my woman. Naturally, I cannot wrong you. I am happy today.
Silk hydrangea, the sky is the matchmaker, the earth is the guest, you and I worship each other in front of the city, and in addition, I am engaged by the two cities of Xiangfan and tens of thousands of living beings. One day, I will offer the whole world as a gift to show my sincerity!"