After he broke his arm, he fainted among the dead. The Mongolian army was in a hurry and did not search the battlefield as closely as usual to carefully find the wounded and redress them. Therefore, he was able to escape with a way out.
But after all, he lost most of his life. During these few days of running, he fell into a daze from time to time, unable to restrain his thoughts, always thinking about his half-life experience.
An ordinary Song Dynasty citizen living in Sichuan and Sichuan had a very difficult life in this life.
Although the Shu region is rich, due to the heavy military tasks it undertakes, it has worked hard to absorb civilian money and food over the years. And because of the geographical isolation, the cost of mobilizing money and food is extremely high.
During the Chunxi period, Wu Ting took over the military capital of Xingzhou and transported 150,000 dendrobiums of rice from both Sichuan and Sichuan provinces to supplement military supplies. However, due to an earthquake the previous year, the roads were seriously damaged. In the end, these 150,000 dendrobiums were transported to Xingzhou, leading ten
A thousand dendrobium was left for one bushel. The people responsible for the transportation commemorated the death of many people, and those who had their homes broken were still alive.
Luo Yingkui was still underage at the time and could only vaguely remember the appearance of his family, the thatched hut at home and the stream outside the house.
It's not enough to just strip them down, but they also have to fight. Fighting won't make any money.
After Luo Yingkui enlisted in the army as a hungry citizen, he spent most of his time as a servant for the superior officials. Until the second year of Kaixi, the Jin army invaded. Luo Yingkui followed the army and fought and retreated, retreating from Xihe to Heigu.
Then they set fire to the river pond and retreated to Qingye Plain. Seeing how many of their companions were dead, news came that Wu Xi, the commander in the rear, had offered gold and asked the soldiers in the front to put down their weapons.
In fact, surrender means surrender. If he can get wealth and honor, Han Yanmo doesn't care about it. Unexpectedly, Marshal Wu was a waste. Halfway through the surrender, he was killed by his trusted subordinates. As a result, Luo Yingkui and others became
He defeated the rebels, but every now and then, the generals above him would pick out the wrong places and drag them out, killing a few of them.
As a soldier, there is no need to ask for anything more than suffering and death. But it would be too humiliating to die like this.
Luo Yingkui couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned to become a bandit, and then ran into the decline of Sichuan-Sichuan business.
For some unknown reason, the Song Dynasty no longer needed the horses from Sichuan and Shu, which led to the suspension of many chain businesses such as the exchange of tea and medicine. The merchants from Lizhou East Road to Jingxi Road are now more prosperous than in broad daylight.
Rats on the street are even rarer. The wild cats who want to catch rats are so hungry that their eyes glow green.
Luo Yingkui discovered that even if he was a bandit, he had to farm, but the mountains were barren and it would be difficult to support himself no matter what. He had seen old people in the village jump off the cliff in order not to hinder the young people; he had also seen children suffer
But in the winter, several places died of cold and starvation.
He couldn't stand such ridiculous hardships, so he took a few old brothers to join the army again.
The result is what it is now.
It was clearly in the hinterland of Lizhou Road in the Great Song Dynasty, and Mongols actually appeared!
In that scene, all the old brothers died, and the new robe comrades were bleeding like rivers. Luo Yingkui lost his arm, suffered serious injuries that would kill ordinary people, and was carelessly kicked by Tu Lei on the cheek, almost kicking him
He had a cracked cheekbone. He squeezed all his potential and tried to get in front of the Mongolian army.
When he was a bandit, he was famous for being proficient in road geography, running and riding horses.
He wanted to maximize his strengths, so he notified the villages, towns and military camps along the route, telling them that everyone had been betrayed by the officials of the Song Dynasty again, and another wave of tragedies involving family destruction and family destruction would fall on everyone and destroy them.
A humble life earned with great difficulty.
But he soon discovered in despair that he couldn't do it.
How could the Mongolian army move so fast? So fiercely?
Just in the past ten days, he had seen the Mongols kill injured horses mercilessly, then drink the horse's blood, cut up the horse meat, and continue on their way.
He once saw that the legs of the Mongolians seemed to be glued to the back of the horse, and they were eating, drinking, and sleeping on the horse. As long as the horse still had some strength left, they did not need to rest at all.
He once saw thousands of Mongolian cavalry passing through a certain mountain pass quickly because the road was too narrow and the earth and rocks were soft. Some knights were a little unlucky, and their horses and men rolled into the abyss, making a terrifying roar.
This kind of fall off the cliff happened more than once, and it happened almost every moment on a certain narrow road, and the total number of dead was hundreds. But no one in the Mongolian cavalry hesitated. These terrifyingly stoic beasts,
They would only urge their horses to fill the gap left by those who fell off the cliff, and continue their rapid march.
On several occasions, he even tried to take advantage of the opportunity of the Mongols to cross the river. After all, canyons and basins on both sides of the Han River were constantly intersecting, and the Han River meandered in between. The hydrological conditions and geographical environment were so complicated that outsiders could hardly imagine them.
But there are many guides in the Mongolian army, and they can always provide ships to the Mongols at critical moments. The Mongolians are as eager to get on the ship as if they are eager to die. On some beaches, there are even knights taking the initiative
Jump into the water and let the rushing water push them to a slightly calmer place.
When the corpses of the drowned people in front were piled up on the slope, the knights in the rear rode ashore and continued galloping. The entire army was like black molten iron flowing across the river, without any mixing.
There is such an army in this world!
Luo Yingkui was about to run out of gas. His forehead was getting hotter and his face was getting paler. But the strength gained from decades of hard life supported him as if he was crazy. He pursued the contacts accumulated over decades.
, and allowed him to occasionally turn off the side road and borrow horses from some scattered green forest figures among the high mountains and ridges.
Still couldn't catch up. Along the way, he saw only traces of massacre and destruction.
This road connecting Xingyuan Mansion and the prosperous land of Jinghu was originally very familiar to him. But as he traveled all the way, everything he saw changed.
He was horrified to see that the farmhouses where he once ate and rested were now piles of rubble. Many of the shops had been trampled into white ground by thousands of horses, and it took a lot of effort to find that they had been trampled and muddy.
The same corpse fragments.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When passing some military strongholds, Luo Yingkui also noticed the ruins left after the defense facilities were burned. In a small area of the ruins, there were countless arrows
There are traces left by arrow shooting. There is no doubt that no one can resist such intensive shooting.
What's even more frightening is that he only found traces of shooting, and occasionally found broken arrow feathers. But he never found arrow clusters.
Even the arrow clusters that were deeply embedded in the earth and rocks of the wall were carefully pulled out by the Mongols for use in the next battle.
Luo Yingkui searched around the ruins and found only a few broken weapons, irreparable armor, and the bodies of horses that had not been frozen to death. Apart from that, there were no other military supplies, and no food or other materials were left.
All were carefully plundered.
This meant that the Mongolian army was not the barbarian army he had previously imagined. Even during the most intense continuous battles and marches, the Mongols were orderly. They sent specialized personnel to clean the battlefield and collect supplies, leaving nothing behind.
Something that can enhance their combat effectiveness without giving up anything that can help them continue to fight.
They have refined war into fine craftsmanship and passed the craftsmanship into the hands of every soldier, making it seamless from bottom to top without any omissions.
Luo Yingkui never thought that an army could plunder and destroy so completely!
This discovery took away the last of his strength, and he almost gave up, feeling that no one could stop the Mongolian army from doing anything they wanted to do.
In fact, there is nothing to stop. The purpose of the Mongolian army rushing into Shukou is to pass through the border of the Song Dynasty and go along the Han River to the hinterland of the Central Plains of the Zhou Kingdom. If this army fights with the Zhou Kingdom, it will no longer
In the Song Dynasty, mischief was committed.
But the end of this road does not directly connect to Kaifeng Mansion in Nanjing, the capital of Zhou Dynasty.
At the end of the road, because after the fall of the Jin Kingdom, the Jinghu system of the Song Dynasty led Zhao Fang to actively expand, it formed a section where the borders between the two countries were intertwined. Han Yanmo felt in a daze that he should work harder, maybe he could
Remind the Song troops in this area to evacuate voluntarily and not to confront the Mongols head-on.
This thought supported him, and after he woke up this morning, he urged his horse to rush through the forest for more than thirty miles, and finally got close to the Mongolian rear team.
Finally, he saw that there were no less than two to three hundred vehicles parked beside the road where the Mongolian army was passing. The driver and the driver were nowhere to be found, but the vehicles themselves were consciously placed in order. On the front vehicle, there were piles of
There were haystacks as tall as one person, then bags of dry food packed away, and then bundled arrows.
Such a convoy filled with military supplies is enough to support tens of thousands of people in a major war, and only extremely powerful border towns can provide it all at once.
So it turns out that all of this was arranged in advance?
While the Mongols were massacring wantonly and causing terrible casualties, the Song Dynasty was still worried that the Mongolian army would not be strong enough, so it still provided emergency material support here!
What is the truth of this? How can such a practice exist in the world? What kind of absurd world is this?
Luo Yingkui felt his chest churning, as if there was an evil fire burning.
The fire was so intense that he couldn't ride the horse, couldn't think, and finally couldn't breathe. He fell forward and wrapped his remaining arms around the horse's neck.
The horse was startled, jumped a few times, and then started running. After running for a distance, the steaming liquid flowed through the fluttering mane, and the knight on the horse, who was originally carrying heat, gradually became colder, as cold as ice. Same as blocks.
An elk was alarmed by the galloping horse and ran out of the forest.
The wilderness in winter is very sparse, and most of the bushes that can be used for hiding are withered. The elk looked around and hesitated, turned around and crossed the forest land diagonally, fleeing towards the distant stream.
A few miles away, there is a raised hill. It is not very high, but it is very conspicuous in the flat wilderness. On the hill, Zhao Fang leaned against a twisted old tree, staring at the jumping elk, coughing. Several times.
Just in the first half of this year, Zhao Fang still had the energy to go deep into the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty and go to Kaifeng Mansion to negotiate with the people in charge of the Great Zhou military. But now, he seems to be under some evil spell, aging rapidly, and his already thin body It was as if it had collapsed, supported entirely by jagged bones, and its face was almost the same as that of rotten wood.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Go and repay Shi Xiang..."
After only half a sentence, he showed a pained expression and gasped repeatedly. After a long time, he continued: "Tell the Prime Minister that the road has been cleared! All the treasures have been taken out!"
Xuan Zhen, who was busy with work beside him, saluted solemnly: "The two young masters Zhao Kui and Zhao Fan will be taken care of by Uncle Zheng Wen in Lin'an. Uncle Zheng Wen was very familiar with the two young masters when he was a professor in Xiazhou and was preparing to be dispatched by the Huguang General Office. Don’t be slow to wait…”
Seeing that Zhao Fang's face was getting more miserable, Xuan Zhen said again: "Uncle Zheng Wen has just been promoted to the Imperial Academy. The two young masters will study with him so that they can get to know young talents in the industry, which will be of great benefit to their future. They will serve as generals in the future. Come in and wait for the rest."
Zhao Fang seemed not to hear it and turned around.