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The summer storm arrived as scheduled, pouring cold and cold on the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Luoxiao Mountain, Yangshan Mountain, Yuguan Mountain, Sooge Mountain, and the large and small mountains on Jiangnan West Road were blocked behind the rain curtain. On the barren mountains where the smoke of gunpowder is not exhausted, the corpses of Mongols and Han Chinese are crisscrossed and layered, and the blood, like knife marks on the ground, trickles down the slopes of the mountain blackened by gunpowder. The black earth was steaming, and the huge craters were like the devil's open mouth. Along the corner of the devil's mouth, the red blood water converged into a stream, and then rushed into a river, eastward, northward, and finally into the Gan River. Ignite half of the river, whistling farther east.

That is the blood of Jiangnan heroes, in the past few months, more than 100,000 iron-boned men fell between the mountains, guarding the fertile soil behind them with their lives. And behind the mountains, there are more men who put down their hoes, bid farewell to their wives and children, and converge on the battlefield of Jizhou.

A purple electric light flashed in mid-air, illuminating the dark sky. Under the canopy, thousands of Mongolian warriors in heavy armor exposed their hiding. The general who led the team waved his hand and simply gave up concealment. The warriors shouted and roared as they rushed to the shattered Song stronghold at the other end of the hillside.

The Song army guarding the village raised their swords to meet each other, and the two sides quickly got into one place. In the torrential rain, light and heavy artillery lost their original power. Occasionally, a cannon rang out, overturning several people and splashing large clouds of mud. The soldiers, however, were all blank, smeared the mud and blood from their faces, and immediately rushed towards the nearest enemy stander.

The sky lit up a bit. The moment the lightning struck the sky, a Mongol warrior slashed down the captive warriors who were fighting him. The sky was dark again. By the time the hillside was illuminated by another bolt of lightning, the Mongol warrior had already died under the half-cut sticks of the flank.

Falling, rushing, rushing, falling, between the lightning that is clearly extinguished, all the scenery becomes unreal. You can't tell which one fell was the Han and which one fell the Yuan soldiers. The shadows of blood and fire overlapped, like a curtain call on the stage, repeated over and over again at **.

"Mingjin, let the firefighter not spend the old general to withdraw it!" Boyan wiped a handful of the rain on his face with his frozen white fingers, put away the binoculars, and commanded in a low voice. He didn't want to look any further, today's sneak attack had completely failed. Since the Broken Army has prepared in the same direction, no matter how long the entanglement is, it will not get a better result.

In the past six months, he has fought countless battles with Zou Wei, and both of them have lived up to the reputation of the general. At the beginning of the war, the offensive and defensive sides were still trying to play a game of attacking the west, outflanking and detouring, and defending and counterattacking. When all means are declared ineffective against the other side, the soldier's life becomes the only bargaining chip for victory.

The Mongol army's achievements were all filled in with human lives. After a series of hard battles, Boyan finally planted his handsome flag outside Linjiang City, and the Yunzhou defense line guarded by Zou Wei's heavy troops was smashed into powder. At the same time, 40,000 Mongolian warriors and more than 50,000 new annexed troops were buried forever in the red soil south of the Yangtze River.

"Dashuai, if we send another team of three thousand people, this mountain range is ours now!" Tens of thousands of households, who have a reputation as wise generals, leaned over and suggested in Boyan's ear. In just half an hour of contact, the Mongol army that went to steal the camp had already lost two thousand troops, and if they were withdrawn halfway like this, the dead soldiers would never be blind.

Several of Boyan's descendants blushed faces, allowing the rain to cascade down from the edge of the helmet. A rare good rain, the immortal heaven is blessing the Mongolians. Although the samurai under his command were very uncomfortable with the sticky and slippery mud under their feet, the red mud was much cuter than the lead bullets shot from their pockets on a sunny day. But this kind of stormy weather will not last long, if you don't take advantage of the opportunity that the opponent's musketeers can't break through the defense line in front of you, and when the sky clears, everyone will have to face the group of madmen led by Song General Wang Shi again.

"Mingjin, remove the brethren!" Boyan glared at Gegen and repeated his command again. The hesitant herald was frightened, jumped on his horse, and rushed to the firefighters who were at the forefront of the battle.

"The marshal ordered the troops to be collected, and the marshal ordered the troops to be collected!" In the midst of lightning and thunder, a few Mongolian words were unusually clear in the ears of the warriors. As soon as the gong sounded in the back, the whole army immediately rolled back like a torrent, as if it had been defeated.

"Handsome .......!" Gegen jumped on his horse and chased after Boyan's back. He didn't understand what the reason was for today, Boyan actually let go of the upcoming victory.

"Gegen, you know what? If we continue to fight like this, there will be no winner in this battle! Boyan turned his back to his subordinates and looked up to the sky and sighed. The cold rain smashed on his face, and the numb muscles ached.

This is a real war of attrition, the warriors on both sides can be called warriors, and the generals on both sides can be called cold-blooded. The soldiers did not care about life and death when they charged, and the generals no longer cared about the casualties of the soldiers under their command when they arranged their troops. In the binoculars, Boyan clearly saw that a tall leader of the People's Army had stabbed to death his retreating brothers, and then met the Mongol attack array with the bloody sword. He also saw with his own eyes that tens of thousands of firefighters did not spend time to command the warlords, and shot the Mongolian warriors who were cowering to death one by one, not giving the cowardly a chance to atone for their sins.

Boyan knew that at this moment, on the main peak opposite, there must be a general like him who was holding a telescope with trembling hands, staring at the same hillside. The two sides are competing for will, who is braver and who can afford to sacrifice more.

That is, a general like Zou Xun, who has experienced countless failures, can come up with such a tactic that is close to a scoundrel. The Song army was fortified layer by layer, so that the Mongol army had to pay a heavy price for every step forward. If the Mongol army heading south was exhausted, what would the new annexed armies that vacillated between the Yuan and Song dynasties do? What will the heroes of the rivers and lakes who gather in the northern Wuthering Mountains do? What the big and small princes who have formed a village in those places will do, anyone can guess without thinking about it.

"If the marshal is reluctant to give up his own brothers, why don't you transfer more Han people from Jingnan to help in the war?" Gegen was silent for a while after Boyan Ma, and then couldn't help but admonish.

"If it weren't for relying too much on the Han people, how could General Dachun be defeated!" Boyan replied abruptly. If the opponent is the soft persimmon of the Great Song Xiang Army, the new annex army can indeed become the right-hand man of the Mongol army. But when encountering such a hard bone as the Broken Army, the existence of the new annex army will only add an uncertain factor to the battlefield.

Since going south, he has repeatedly scrutinized the mistakes of Da Chun and Suo Du in using troops, and Boyan has figured out a truth. The surrender of the new annexed army that year, in addition to being forced by the power of the Great Yuan Army, there were many factors that wanted to take advantage of the change of dynasty to gain fame. And as the signs of the rebirth of the Great Song Dynasty became more and more obvious, the military spirit of the new annexed army became more and more unstable. In the case of a stalemate in the battle, there are always one or two new annex teams that have problems at critical moments. This loss Dachun has eaten, and the page has been eaten by Mi, and without absolute certainty, Boyan does not want to take the same risk.

Therefore, Boyan would rather put the new annexed army and the Han army in Jinghu, and transfer it to the west road of Jiangnan little by little, exhausting one thousand people, and then transferring another, rather than letting the proportion of Han people in the army exceed that of the Mongols. In his attack sequence, the total number of new annexes never exceeded 30%. Even the baggage troops in the rear, who were responsible for transporting supplies, were given key positions to the Mongol generals.

"It doesn't matter if the front advances slower at the moment, as long as the Great Khan's soldiers and horses cross the river, victory will finally be in our hands!" Boyan gently took the horse's head and explained to the generals. The battle of Jiangxi dragged on for too long, and it was inevitable that the generals under his command would be impatient. However, as a coach, he can't be impatient with his subordinates. "Soldiers, treacherous ways", as a commander, you must always be very careful, he also fought with Haidu on the grassland for nearly a year, before he found a flaw when the opponent was exhausted.

Now that the opponent has been replaced by Zou Xun, Boyan still has the confidence to win. Tactically, he and Zou are now tied. But time belongs to the Great Yuan Dynasty, as long as Kublai Khan's soldiers and horses cross the river, the monarch and the minister can form a pincer offensive. In that way, Zou Wei's stubborn defense strategy and Wen Tianxiang's refueling tactics lost their room to play. At that time, the soldiers and horses of Dayuan will be in the strategic initiative, and even if Zou and Wen are in the hands of the gods, they will not be able to save the sky.

"Report, the Great Khan's eight-hundred-mile urgent order, ask the prime minister about the results of Jiangxi!" Several cavalrymen appeared very untimely, interrupting Boyan's efforts to pacify his subordinates.

"What an order, you carefully state it!" Boyan's hand pressed on the hilt of the knife at once, and someone dared to mess with his military heart at this moment. If Kublai Khan's decree had not explicitly urged the war to be written, he would have dragged a few messengers out to sacrifice the sword.

"The Great Khan is marching eastward, and he is conquest of Chen Hangyan. The prime minister is working hard to go south, so that the thief will take care of the ..... and lose the other! The Mongolian messenger dismounted, knelt in the mud, and sang, according to the oldest way of heralding. At that time, the Mongols did not have their own written language, and Genghis Khan relied on this way of passing songs for thousands of miles to command the army to conquer the east and west. Although Kublai Khan was proficient in Chinese characters and the Basipa script, he liked to keep a little bit of the old tradition while transmitting military letters.

"You say, the Great Khan is going to attack Chen Hangyan first?" Boyan jumped off his horse and pulled the messenger out of the mud.

"Back to the Prime Minister, in order to prevent the flanks from being threatened by the Chen thieves, the Great Khan is ready to spend half a month to level the Dengzhou Liukou!" The messenger, who had circled around the Ghost Gate, replied with a pale face.

"Reply to the Great Khan, a thousand miles to expedite. Let him cut down the sacrificial flag of the person who proposed the eastward expedition first, and immediately wave his army across the river! Boyan's roar was mixed with wind and thunder, echoing between heaven and earth.

As long as Kublai Khan sent tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to block the Qingzhou line, Chen Thief would not be able to set off any storms. And at this critical moment, the Great Khan, who had a sharp mind all his life, listened to the advice of the ministers and delayed the great opportunity to go south.

"Hey, Prime Minister, yes, it was the Great Khan's own proposal. Five, five days ago, the army had already turned around and marched eastward! The messenger shuddered and stammered to explain to Boyan.

"Cluck!" Another bolt of lightning slashed down, illuminating Bo Yan's blue and black face. A moment later, the famous general of a hundred battles waved his scimitar and ordered loudly: "Order the three armies to immediately storm Yangshan and Yuguan Mountain." At all costs, seven days later, the marshal will reward the three armies in the Jizhou Mansion. Ordered Segil Tiger to transfer all the new annexed armies and Han armies in the neighboring states to Ben Shuai, and attack them day and night! ”

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