Chapter 1: Dusk (1)

When Wen Tianxiang led the 100,000 heroes who swept the world into the capital, the sunset was falling from this thousand-year-old city that had not belonged to the Han family for more than 400 years. At that moment, the sky was red. Before the sunset fell into a deep sleep, the last streamer was wiped onto the ten-mile long street. Under the red glow, the buildings on both sides of the street seemed to be bathed in fire or blood in an instant.

The Mongols have finally retreated to Mobei, Zongbai and Yuanbo, have you seen it? Wen Tianxiang looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky and asked in a low voice.

Fifteen years have passed, and I have finally realized the dream of restoring the rivers and mountains of the Han family, no one is no longer a slave of the Mongols, and the rivers and mountains are no longer sad.

In the past fifteen years, how many heroes and heroes have fallen and fallen on the altar of national rejuvenation. The swords and swords of the year, the sound of drums and horns, all surged into Wen Tianxiang's heart.

Fifteen years ago, the empty pit, that dusk, was as bright red as blood.

In that battle, Da Song lost without any suspense.

In the second year of Song Jingyan, taking advantage of the civil strife in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang raised troops from Fujian to attack Jiangnan West Road (Jiangxi), shaking Jiangnan. originally thought that with the response of loyal people, the Great Song Dynasty could be reborn from the ashes. Who would have expected that Kublai Khan quickly put down the rebellion in the north, and then sent Li Heng, a native of Western Xia, to lead an army of 400,000 to extinguish the fire of resistance in the south of the Yangtze River.

Regardless of the quantity and quality of the soldiers, the Jiangnan volunteers under Wen Tianxiang are not on the same level as the opponents. All they have is unlimited loyalty to the country. And in front of the 400,000 tiger and wolf division, this loyalty seemed so weak. More than ten volunteers are like a rainbow after the rain, and after the gorgeousness, it is the end. Tens of thousands of men fell on the land of their homeland, defending the last vestiges of human dignity with their bodies and blood.

Wen Tianxiang's headquarters has 5,000 people, and he faced the elite Wu Wan personally led by Li Heng, the governor of Yuan Jiangxi, and Li Heng, a native of Western Xia, in Xingguo. The indomitable volunteers rushed into the Mongol horse team again and again with rudimentary weapons, and were submerged in the sea again and again. Soon, the enemy broke through, and the battle turned into a flight.

Fleeing from Xingguo to Fangshi Mountain, and from Fangshi Mountain to Kongkeng, along the way, there were defeated soldiers everywhere. Around Wen Tianxiang, from time to time, henchmen and generals led the dead soldiers to return to meet the enemy, trying to use their own sacrifices to win time for their comrades to escape. But the disparity in strength made their sacrifice worthless. The dead soldiers who rushed into the enemy group were like stones thrown into the **, occasionally splashing a few blood splashes, and then they couldn't hear a little sound.

The formation of the Mongols stopped, and the shouts resumed: "Kill, don't go Wen Tianxiang."

Capture Wen Tianxiang alive, the highest goal given by the Great Yuan Emperor Kublai Khan to this battle. As a self-defeating reliever, the scholar named Wen Tianxiang had already added too much trouble to the Mongol Empire. As long as he is here, the rule of the Great Yuan Empire in Jiangnan will not be stable for a day. This person is not like the Great Song Dynasty Prime Minister Liumengyan, nor is he like the Great Confucian Zhao Fu. The elites of the Southern Song Dynasty and the leaders of science, such as Liu and Zhao, all knew how to judge the situation and follow the trend. But the stubborn Wen Tianxiang was like an unbeatable cockroach, defeated again and again, and regrouped again and again, blocking the chariot of the Great Yuan Empire to conquer Jiangnan.

The Mongol soldiers, the Han soldiers, shouted, chasing the rout army in front of them. "Kill", the red-eyed Mongolian warrior shouted, slashed the Song soldiers who chased him to the ground, and chopped off his head with a single knife. The footsteps did not stop at all, and quickly chased after the other exhausted Song soldiers. He didn't have to count his own military exploits, and the Han slaves who followed him would carefully pack up the severed heads, string them together, and carry them for him.

The bloody, dead heads were carried on the shoulders of the clansmen who were also sons of the Han family. And the Han family erlang, who carried the head on his back, was flattering the Mongol warriors, hoping to share some rewards from these exploits, so that the status of a fourth-class slave could be changed to a third-class slave.

In the midst of these cheers, the Mongolian warriors became more and more courageous. Several Southern Song soldiers who fell at the end of the line had a nervous breakdown, threw down their blades, and fell to their knees by the side of the mountain road, expecting the mercy of the enemy. Several Mongolian soldiers ran forward, and the steel knives swayed in the setting sun, spilling a few lines of blood.

The head that didn't have time to shout flew into the air, watching its kneeling body in the grass fall and twitch. Blood flowed down the grass like a mountain stream to the valley floor, merged into a river, and bubbled out of the mountain.

Outside the mountains, the land that gave birth to them has been irrigated black by the blood these days, the crops have long been barren, and the weeds in the fields have grown like crazy. The quiet villages of the past are as silent as death, and the young ones either join the army or take refuge in the mountains. Those who are old and frail and stay at home have become the souls of the soldiers under Li Heng's command, rendering the color of the non-commissioned officer uniforms of the Dayuan generals.

"Okay, don't go Wen Tianxiang", the Mongol servants cheered loudly, applauding the master's clean killing skills. Several of the servants rushed forward, picked up the skull with the body temperature, and tied their hair in a bun in the spoils of war. Then continue to rush forward and collect more killings for yourself and your master.

In the rear army, there were bursts of war drums, Yuan Jiangxi Xuan envoy, Xixia Nu Li Heng personally beat the drums, cheering for the soldiers under his command, and under the excitement, he had long forgotten how this group of Mongolian warriors captured his homeland a few years ago, and what kind of murder they had done there.

More Mongol warriors and Han soldiers rushed up the hill and chased after the half-rolled banner of the word "Wen". Grab Wen Tianxiang, reward 100,000 yuan, seize his flag, reward 5,000 yuan. The reward of the imperial court was clearly set, and under the heavy reward, everyone rushed forward and was extremely brave.

"Bang", as if the waves had hit a reef, the Mongol soldiers who rushed to the front paused, fled in all directions, and fell. Several of the minions ran backwards, crawling and even dropping their weapons.

What's going on, the generals behind shouted and scolded dissatisfiedly. Wen Tianxiang was in front of him, the mountain road was narrow, and the people in front refused to charge, which delayed the road to the latter's promotion and fortune. The unification of the Great Yuan Dynasty is imminent, if you don't take advantage of the military merits now, will you not be able to retire and go home in the future?

The answer soon came to them, a Song general in a white battle robe, wielding a double sword, intercepted the pursuers. Behind him, dozens of Song soldiers armed with spears firmly held the intersection. The Song army that fled for their lives was let go, but the Yuan army that rushed forward was cut into a rolling gourd by the white-robed general one by one.

Gong Xin, several Han soldiers and servants shouted, turned around and ran. The ignorant Mongolian warrior couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence in Chinese, so he mustered up the courage to rush forward, and his footsteps had just stepped on the stone beam, when he suddenly heard a broken drink, and two sword lights that were the same as those of the same skill had been cut in front of him. Rao has been in battle for a long time, and the Mongolian warriors have never seen such a fast sword light, and before they have time to parry, they have been cut into two pieces.

"Poof", the blood dyed Gong Xin's robe red. Drawing the knife, stepping forward, turning around, the bright steel knife slashed at the other two Mongolian warriors, and one Mongolian warrior couldn't dodge it, and became a ghost under the knife. The other, seeing the opportunity, turned to flee, when a long arrow flew from behind and pinned him firmly to the ground. Seeing this, the other Mongol warriors who had the courage to make meritorious contributions gave a hula and retreated backwards, accidentally tripped over the gravel on the hillside, and rolled down the valley.

Gong Xin, the blood-robed general, turned around and saw a few familiar faces. Tired, but caring.

"The prime minister will withdraw first, and Gong will break off here", there was no time to greet the people behind him, Gong Xin admonished, and concentrated on the enemy. Another group of Mongol warriors rushed up in response to each other, sandwiching Gong Xin and his brothers in the middle.

"Prime Minister, you go first", a young man in brocade with a wounded leg sat on the shoulders of two loyal servants, and shouted to Wen Tianxiang while shooting the enemy with a bow and arrow in his hand. His arrows were accurate, and in an instant, several Mongolian warriors had been shot down by him, and the remaining Mengyuan soldiers were fighting with Gong Xin, and they could no longer form an encirclement. Gong Xin, the double sword general, received this strong reinforcement, shook his spirit, and forced the Mongolian centurion in front of him to retreat again and again. The Song soldiers, armed with spears, took the opportunity to rush forward, weaving several cherry spears into a small gun formation, and poked a hole in the flank of the Yuan army squad.

The offensive of the Yuan army, which had been fighting for a good day, was suddenly frustrated, and it was too late to react, so it instinctively avoided on both sides. The Song soldiers swirled around with their guns, forming a local trend of fighting more and fighting less on the narrow mountain road. Under Leng Sensen's guns, several Mongol and Han soldiers were poked down, and their bodies rolled down, mixing with the corpses of Song soldiers on the ground.

Shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, like twin brothers sleeping in their mother's arms.

Wen Tianxiang shook his head, rejected his subordinates' request to persuade him to retreat first, and arranged for a few partial generals to retreat first with color numbers. He drew his sword and stood under his own flag. The big flag standing stubbornly on the cliff has been dyed with blood and gunsmoke, and the mountain wind blows the tattered flag, and a Song character is vaguely waving.

"Hold on for a moment, and you can make the old camp safe for a moment." Wen Tianxiang shouted, trying his best to gather the rout army all over the mountain. The Yuan army couldn't rush through the path guarded by Gong Xin, so he had changed his strategy and found another gentle slope to rush up, and he needed someone to resist separately.

"I'll go", Lu Ling Haojie Lin Mu responded with a few Jianghu figures, turned around and rushed to the gentle slope on the side. The figure of a cadre of people was quickly wrapped up in the Yuan army that rushed up, and heavy waves of blood splashed out of the pile, staining the sky and the earth, a red color. I can't tell which piece is the blood of the Mongols, take one piece belongs to the Han people in the north, and which piece belongs to the Song army in the south.

"Ah", a miserable cry sounded in the crowd, it was Peng Zhenlong's unique Yongxin tone, this petty official who was once expelled for greedy ink, even the voice of pain was so soft and weak. Wen Tianxiang turned his head with concern and saw that his brother-in-law Peng Zhenlong, who led the army to fight, was pressed to the ground by two Mongolian men. A Han Yuan soldier took out a rope and was about to tie him up, but he picked up a stone on the ground and knocked his head off. While the two Mongols were in a row, Peng Zhenlong smashed another stone into the head of the Mongolian warrior.

"Bang", the Mongolian warrior's ** splashed out, splashing Peng Zhenlong's face. Annoyed, another Mongol warrior swung his sword and slashed the emaciated Peng Zhenlong in two.

"Lei Ke", Wen Tianxiang's eyes were almost split, and he raised his sword forward to avenge his brother-in-law, but several guards hugged him. In the hazy tears, I saw Peng Zhenlong rolling on the ground, struggling, his face deformed by pain, but his hands were struggling, tidying up the clothes of the Han family, and then hugging each other and bowing deeply towards the banner of the Great Song Dynasty.

A shake, that is, a farewell, from then on Zhenlong forever for Song Chen.

"Lei Ke", the two brothers Jingfu and Taofu, who were friends with Peng Zhenlong, picked up the blades discarded by the deserters on the ground and rushed forward. Both of them are scholars in Yongxin County, and this time they recovered Yongxin with Peng Zhenlong, planned military affairs, and came up with a lot of good ideas. At this moment, there is no difference between civil and military soldiers, Peng Zhenlong can die on the battlefield, and his head can no longer fall into the hands of the Mongols and be humiliated.

Wen Tianxiang stopped a few times, but didn't stop it, and watched the figures of the two Xiao brothers rushing into the chaotic army, and in an instant, the scholar was trampled into the dirt by the shepherd.

"Throwing stones" pulled Miao Chaozong up a boulder from the ground and pushed it down the mountain. The soldiers of the Yuan army who were blocking the stones dodged one after another, and the boulders rolled faster and faster, and when they reached the halfway point of the mountain, they were wrapped in dust and sand and had already brought out the sound of wind and thunder. The slow Yuan soldiers couldn't dodge and were hit by stones, breaking their tendons and fractures.

Wen Tianxiang put down his sword, bowed down and pushed the boulder with the soldiers, and the stones the size of the grinding plate were dropped, bringing a ghost crying wolf howl. The surging Yuan army rolled down the hillside, leaving corpses behind.

Next to their corpses, Wu Wenbing, Lin Dong, Liu Zhu, Zhang Bian and other heroes from all over the world lay there, sleeping forever in the dream of a thousand years of family and country, never to wake up.

Between the two armies, there was a distance of dozens of feet between the rocks and the corpses. The Mongol offensive was a little frustrated, and a few hundred ladies under the guidance of the battle banner reorganized their subordinates and formations in preparation for the next attack. The commander of this army of soldiers and horses, Li Heng, a Western Xia Nu, saw that he had been attacking the opposite hill for a long time, and had already decided to change his response strategy.

When encountering a stubborn enemy, attack the heart. Xixianu Li Heng passed down his general order complacently. He knew who was gathering the remnants of the army on the opposite hillside, Wen Tianxiang's name he had heard of, but he had never met. From the mouths of several other Southern Song Dynasty ministers who have fought in the past few days, Li Heng believes that he has mastered the magic weapon to subdue his opponent.

Seeing that the Yuan army had stopped attacking, the soldiers of the Song army, who had been fighting fiercely for several days, breathed a sigh of relief. Before they could catch their breath, everyone froze in place.

The layers of Yuan troops retreated, exiting a gap several zhang wide in the main formation. A heap of old and weak women and children, bound by ropes, were pushed out and knelt on the blood-soaked ground. The executioner raised the bright machete, and Li Heng, the governor of Yuanjiangxi, smiled and threw a large flag in front of the horse.

It was the banner of the old camp of the Ministry of Culture, and all the wives and children of the soldiers fell into the hands of the Tartars. Now, they are kneeling in front of them, kneeling under the snow-bright steel knife.

Kneeling at the front of the line, a family of four was held down by several Mongolian warriors. The woman in the middle was covered in mud, but it was difficult to hide her graceful bearing. A son and two daughters on both sides were affected by their mothers, and they stubbornly tilted their heads and did not make a sound under the threat of the steel knife.

"Wen Tianxiang, within a pillar of incense, quickly tie his hands and arrest him. Otherwise, don't blame this handsome for being ruthless", Li Heng's voice blew along the evening breeze and echoed in the valley.

The family of four is Wen Tianxiang's wife and children. In order to capture Wen Tianxiang alive, Li Heng specially sent a team of cavalry to raid the old camp of the Ministry of Culture and Culture, and robbed the old and weak women and children who were recuperating in the camp. The Han people pass on their family with loyalty and filial piety, and Li Heng wants to see what choices those rebels can make in the face of the loyalty of the country, the filial piety of their parents, and the love of their wives and children.

"Master Wen, don't worry about me. He will raise troops to take revenge and kill all these inhuman Tartars." A gray-haired old man shouted in the middle of the captive ranks. Before he could finish his shout, the Mongols' steel knives had already slashed at his head. The old man's gray head fell to the mud ground, and his big eyes were wide open, looking at the sky of the Great Song Dynasty unwillingly.

"Master", a few teenagers cried, the old man and their enlightenment teacher, who taught him on weekdays, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness. I didn't expect that in the end, I really had a good head and sacrificed the ideal in my heart.

"Wen Tianxiang, if you surrender or not, do you really want to force Ben Shuai and kill these old and weak women and children in front of you", Li Henggao, a Xixia nu, shouted. Seeing that the mountain beam on the opposite side did not respond, he bowed his head and threatened the children in front of the horse, "If you don't want to die, call your father to come down and save you, otherwise, you will all be cut down in a while!"

A few chubby boys and girls wept quietly, their parents were both scholars, and their families were well-off, when did they suffer this kind of sin. The crying continued, but no one was willing to take the lead in responding to Li Heng's call. After waiting for a while, Li Heng was anxious, and he snorted at his own soldiers, and the personal soldiers who knew the coach's thoughts carried knives and carried the children who cried the loudest to the front of the battle.

"Son", a general of the Song army with a thin figure and a stubble beard shouted in pain, moved a few steps down the mountain, and then forcibly retreated, moved forward, and retreated, not sure what to do.

Seeing the commotion in the team on the opposite side, the soldiers under Li Heng's command sneered and shouted: "Listen to the people on the other side, you and the rest of the family have been arrested by Lord Li." Our Lord Li has the virtue of a good life, lay down his arms, and if he comes down to surrender, he will spare your family from dying. If you insist on following Wen Tianxiang to the death, then don't blame ......." The soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty have always been cruel and easy to kill, they say that Hugh is ruthless, and the next step will definitely be ruthless killing. The sound of calling for children and girls on the hillside rang out, and several soldiers put down their weapons and rushed down the hill without looking back. Zhao Shisheng, who was sitting on his shoulder, raised his bow, but he couldn't attack his brother behind his back. The Longquan Sword in Wen Tianxiang's hand trembled, unable to lift it or put it down.

"The capital of Yao, the land of Shun, the seal of Yu, should be in the middle, a half shameful minister." The little chubby boy who was escorted in front of the battle suddenly straightened his neck and recited the ancient poem, and the immature boy echoed in the valley. Among those who wanted to rush down the valley to reunite with their families, a few who had read the book stopped and burst into tears.

"Yaozhidu, Shunzhiyang, Yuzhifeng, Yuzhong, one and a half shameful ministers...", Wen Tianxiang's children, and the other children leaned their necks together, with a smile in their eyes, as if in a private school, facing the big exam of Mr. Teaching. Thousands of miles are as bloody as promised, and the eternal heroic souls are in the ......".

Li Heng, a Xixian nu, couldn't read a few words and didn't know the meaning of this word. But in the sound of the children's reading, the fool can also experience the artistic conception of refusing to give in. Several Mongolian warriors panicked and threw their fists at the children who were backing them. The weak bodies were beaten and rolled all over the ground, but the sound of reading was endless, "Yao's capital, Shun's soil, Yu's seal." Yu Zhong

There should be, a half-shameful minister! Thousands of miles are as bloody as promised, and the heroic souls of the ages are here. Why do you need to ask, Heri is from the middle! ”

"Fight with them, brethren, go up," and hundreds of soldiers, armed with short knives and sticks, rushed down the hillside and into the ranks of the Mongols. Countless Yuan troops came up and fought with them. In the shouting and killing, the immature children's voices are endless, "Life should be a hero, death is also a ghost, so far I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." …… Since Huma peeped into the river, the abandoned pond trees, still tired of talking soldiers, gradually dusk, clear corners blowing cold, but it is an empty city..."

Wen Tianxiang lifted the Longquan Sword and rushed towards the enemy after the soldiers. Everything should be over, as soon as Jiangnan West Road is defeated, the newly recovered lost territories in Fujian and Liangguang will immediately face the catastrophe of annihilation. This is all the fault of himself, the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, who is not good at using soldiers. For hundreds of years, from Bianliang to Hangzhou, from Hangzhou to Guangzhou, to Qianwan (Hong Kong), and then retreat, you can only go to the sea.

The guards around him fell one after another, the staff members died one after another in the chaos, Wen Tianxiang's face was covered with blood, his face was hideous, and he waved his sword frantically, and he couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe. Suddenly, Zhao Shixian, who joined the army, flipped his back and hit him the back of the head. Wen Tianxiang was shaken, staggered a few steps, and lay on the hillside softly. At that moment, he suddenly felt extraordinarily relaxed.

Lu Ling Haojie Liu Zijun pulled out a knife and wanted to fight with Zhao Shixian, but saw Zhao Shisheng jump off his shoulder, staggered, grabbed Wen Tianxiang's cloak and helmet, and put them on himself. The two servants looked at each other, lifted Zhao Shixian, and ran north along the mountain road.

"Arrest Wen Tianxiang, arrest Song Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang", the Yuan soldiers shouted, chasing after Zhao Shisheng. Liu Zijun tearfully hugged the skinny right prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty and ran to the southeast with the rout.

In the chaos of the army, Gong Xin wielded his double swords, like a mad tiger, and blocked the Northern Yuan soldiers who tried to chase Zhao Shixian.

A spear pierced him in the shoulder, and Gong Xin swung his knife to break the spear, slashing it again, chopping the enemy to the ground. Another spear came from behind, and it looked like it was about to pierce Gong Xin's waist. In the midst of the lightning, Gong Xin turned around with a shout, avoiding the gun, and the steel knife slid up against the ash rod, cutting off several fingers. There was a knife light attacking him, Gong Xin raised his left hand to meet him, and his right hand stepped forward between the knives and stabbed into the enemy's abdomen.

Seeing that, the corpse surrounded Gong Xin, but not a single warrior stepped past him. Yuan Wanhu Xirimon sighed, and ordered his men to retreat with a trumpet, and the archers concentrated their shots.

Gong Xin shook and stuck more than 20 arrows in his body. He snorted mockingly at Cyrimon, staggered a few steps, and jumped off the cliff on the side.

"Wen Tianxiang has been caught, Wen Tianxiang has been caught", cheers rang out on the mountain beam.

The supervising army Zhao Shisheng was dragged by the rebels and dragged to the war horse of Li Heng of Xixia Nu. Everywhere they passed, the soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty cheered and cheered for this hard-won victory. Zhao Shixiang smiled, looking at the direction where Wen Tianxiang was going, his face was as calm as if he had gone to a banquet.

In the cheers, the Great Song Battle Flag, which was splashed with blood, fell down with a bang.

The autumn forest of Bangu is rolling in the wind, it is not easy to be eternal, and it is a smear of red.

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