Chapter 1: Hundred Trials (1)

"That day, Lord Zou came to me with his bald head and asked me if I would like to shave my head and kill the tartars with them, or if I would like to take a dry ration home. But I don't have a home anymore, and my family on the Jianghuai side has been killed by the Tartars, so I stayed." ――Excerpt from "Memoirs of Miao Chun, a Famous General of Zhongxing in the Great Song Dynasty"

"Master Wen owes me five months' salary, and if I survive this period and receive my salary, I will go home and buy a daughter-in-law. We are Wan'an's, Wan'an's Zhang family has produced such an official for several generations, although I am only a captain, but I also give my ancestors a long face. Therefore, I shaved my head ruthlessly, who would have thought that this shaving would be half a lifetime." —-Excerpt from "Memoirs of Zhang Wanan, a famous general in the Great Song Dynasty"

"That day, Captain Zhang Goudan, the same General Zhang Wanan you said, came to ask me, would I like to shave my head and work with the Mongols like a man, or would I go home and be a dog for the Mongols. I think about it, Yongxin has been slaughtered, and it's not interesting to go home. I promised to shave my head, who knew that the man was not so easy to be...". --"From the Memoirs of Wang Shi, a Famous General of Zhongxing in the Great Song Dynasty"

Decades later, the editors of the Hanlin Academy could never have imagined that when they tried to write memoirs for those heroes and famous generals who had a halo on their bodies, and completed the history of the rebirth of the Great Song Dynasty, they would be able to ask such a big truth.

But these big truths are widely spread, and they are more exciting than the quotations of loyal ministers on "Zuo's Spring and Autumn Period", especially the sentence of Wang Shi, who personally cut off the head of the murderous demon king Shudu, and is known as the iron-blooded centurion, "Men are not so easy to be", I don't know how many hot-blooded men have been inspired to throw their pen from Rong and run to the battlefield of chasing the world.

"Gentlemen are not so easy to be", this is Wang Shi's personal experience. That day, he ran on the hillside, full of regrets. The morning sun poked out half of his head from behind the mountain and plated his white smoke monk's head with a layer of golden light.

More than 2,000 monks with golden lights ran down the hillside. Some people are out of breath, some people are calm, and some people are so tired that they almost crawl on the ground, shaking their teeth and insisting on not falling behind.

"Oh my grandma, this, this still doesn't let people live, live", Wang honestly stuck out his tongue and said, his steps were vain, and it seemed that if he ran a few more steps, he would vomit blood and die. Seeing him like this, no one would have thought that he was the iron-blooded centurion Wang Shi who later made the Mongols mention the nightmare in the middle of the night.

"Wang Laoshi, don't fucking pretend to be dead, keep up, don't embarrass our Jiangxi township soldiers", behind the township soldiers, the officer who led the soldiers scolded loudly, took a few steps forward, grabbed Wang Laoshi's arm and lifted it hard, and lifted Wang Laoshi's stiff back straight.

"Damn Wen Maniac, you know that we are village soldiers, and you still toss us like this", Wang Laoshi called the nickname given to Wen Tianxiang by everyone in his stomach, barely straightened his waist and hurried a few steps, his head was lowered, his back was bent down again, and he put on a posture that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

Did you let the township army train like this? Township army, do you understand it, since Wang Jinggong changed the law, our township soldiers have been planting land for the state and county lords, doing chores, and carrying sedan chairs. This literary madman can't die well.

"Phew, a group of wretched people", several Jianghuai soldiers ran past the township soldiers with a giggle, and the sound of ridicule interrupted Wang Laoshi and the others to slander Wen Tianxiang. The elite soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty went out of Jianghuai, the land of a hundred battles, and the soldiers who came out were different, and their spirit, qi, and spirit were all a lot higher than others.

"Who are you talking about", Zhang Goudan, the captain of the township soldiers, heard the fire, and chased up and asked, with that look in his eyes, almost swallowing the other party's stomach.

"What about you, what's the matter, the township soldiers are bears", several Jianghuai soldiers led by Miao Chun disdained the threat of the township soldiers, ran to run, and counted the vicious words of the township soldiers as neatly as popping beans, "Don't play prestige just because you are a captain, start a battle, and don't let the girl slip away is the real man." Just a few of your subordinates, they can't run for a few steps, and when they reach the eyes of Mongolia, they are purely for other people's sacrificial knives. Don't expect to avenge your family, pack up your bedding and go down the mountain!"

"You", Zhang Goudan's face was bruised, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight, but because of military discipline, he retracted his fist angrily. Looking at the brothers under his command who ran crookedly and collapsed, the anger in his stomach did not come to a place, and he raised his feet and rushed to the ass of Wang Laoshi, who ran at the end, and scolded while scolding: "Let you go home without a long face, without a long face, be a dog for the Mongols, don't be embarrassed here."

"Crazy, I don't know what my surname is when I first become an official", Wang honestly patted his ass and scolded contemptuously, as if those big feet were kicked by his son.

"Speed up, if you slow down, you won't be able to eat," a group of volunteers ran in front of the villagers, panting to cheer each other on. Compared with the Jianghuai soldiers and the Jiangxi township soldiers, the volunteers have the shortest days in the army, but their morale is the highest.

"Crazy, all fucking crazy", the fellow soldier scolded and followed behind the team, his pace slower and slower. If you are hungry, you will be hungry, anyway, it will not be good to go back to the camp, and after you go back, you have to tidy up your housework, rinse your mouth, wash your face, fold the quilt and sweep the bed within a quarter of an hour, and you will not be able to eat breakfast if you can't finish tidying up.

"It's a big deal, Lao Tzu was hungry for a day, fainted and went to the mixed color camp, hum, there is still a small stove to eat." Taking care of the image of the emperor, Wang Shi did not tell the editors of the Hanlin Academy about these ideas later. But Wang Shi clearly remembered that that day, when he was about to faint during the morning exercise, a pair of not very strong, but extremely warm hands supported his body from under his armpits.

"Follow, keep up, let's break, break the army, don't have a bad seed", said the person who held Wang Laoshi, panting like a bellows. Sample, he is so virtuous and came to help Lao Tzu, Wang Laoshi turned his head and saw a pair of wise eyes.

"Master Wen, you are the champion", Wang was taken aback, and for some reason, he opened his mouth and called out such a sentence. After a few days of private school, he knew that this was Sven's sweeping business.

Wen Tianxiang smiled, as if he didn't take Wang Honest's reminder seriously, and while panting, he said intermittently, "Shape, champion, no, isn't it a native of the Great Song Dynasty, a Tartar, who occupies the country, and the champion is not the same as a fourth-class southerner."

Wang Laoshi didn't know what to say, his captain Zhang Goudan and the township soldiers of his team all slowed down and surrounded Wen Tianxiang. When the champion of the dynasty and the village soldiers practiced together, this is a strange news that has never been seen in any dynasty or generation.

"Run faster, when the time comes, we will chase the Tartar's head and cut off, just like they chased us in the first place", Wen Tianxiang nodded, his eyes seemed to see through the doubts in everyone's hearts in an instant. When the same words come out of his mouth, the taste is different. Several township soldiers quickened their pace and ran towards the camp gate with Wen Tianxiang in their arms.

Wen Tianxiang gasped, his chest burning with pain. Thinking about the generals at all levels who led the troops in a sedan chair before the Battle of Gannan, they suddenly felt that the previous failures were not unjust at all. The loss of the city and land in every battle of the Great Song Dynasty was not caused by the Mandate of Heaven, I am afraid that manpower played a greater role than the Mandate of Heaven during the period. The quality of the soldiers and the quality of the generals is not the same level as the soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

Since the implementation of the training plan began, several generals have been exhausted. But for the sake of survival in the future, Wen Tianxiang, who has always been more considerate to his subordinates, did not reduce half of his training load. It's about doing it and joining the training team yourself.

The brethren rushed with me, and the brethren rushed with me. There is only one word difference between the two sentences, but the difference in this one word determines the difference between victory and defeat.

At the gate of the camp, Liu Zijun, the new supervisor, stood like a plague, counting the number of people in each team. Seeing Wen Tianxiang running close with the villagers, Liu Zijun's expression was grim, and he straightened his waist. Behind him, a big flag flew to hunt and fly, and on the blood-colored flag, there were two words written on it, "Broken".

"The first battalion of the first standard of the Broken Army, 450 people went out to exercise, completed the training, and returned on time"! Lin Qi, the first battalion of the battalion, counted the number of people in his team and stepped forward to resume his life.

"The second battalion of the first standard of the Broken Army, 450 people, complete the training, and return on time"! The second battalion is Sun Shipu, who followed with a fist and was rude......

"The third battalion of the first standard of the Broken Army, 450 people went out, the first team of the second capital fell behind 13 people, the second team fell behind 15 people, and the rest returned on time", the third battalion Zhengxiao Mingzhe blushed a little and gasped and said.

"Take your head, captain, go back to pick it up", Liu Zijun didn't leave a little affection with his old friend, and reprimanded loudly, "It's too late to come back, and the relevant generals will be punished together."

Xiao Mingzhe paused, looked back at Wen Tianxiang and Zou Wei standing in the ranks of soldiers, replied "yes" in a low voice, turned around and ran back.

"The fourth battalion of the first standard of the Broken Army, all of them have returned to the team, and there is no one of them", Zhang Tang's loud voice sounded behind the team, full of pride.

"Tidy up the housekeeping for a quarter of an hour, and then line up for dinner", Liu Zijun nodded, and coldly flipped the leak. When the battalion commanders heard this, they quickly ran to their respective tents in the camp with their brothers, and disappeared in an instant.

Soon there was the sound of wooden basins crashing, soldiers washing, and fists smashing on the quilts in the humble tents.

The banner of the Broken Army, on the flagpole, fluttered high.

Wen Jiajun, no, it should be called the Broken Army now, and it was formed seven days ago. There were more than 2,800 defeated soldiers on Baizhang Ridge, and after the reorganization, more than 2,200 people remained.

The Southern Song Dynasty favored peace, and after exchanging Yue Fei's head for peace with the Jurchens, the soldiers and horses were dismantled, and the "box" was abandoned, so the "army" has always been the largest unit in the army. According to the "generals" system, 10 people are usually "men," five teams are teams, and 10 teams are battalions, with each battalion having one commander, a number of deputy commanders, and several battalions and groups being organized as "generals." Usually there will be anywhere from 3,000 to tens of thousands.

There were not so many soldiers near Baizhang Cliff, so after Wen Tianxiang discussed with Zou Xun, Du Hu and others, he changed the establishment of the Broken Army, and each team was still ten people, but there were only three groups in each team. In order to let the extra officers have something to do, between the team and the battalion, an additional capital was added, each of which had jurisdiction over three teams and a cooking gang, a total of 100 people, with one person as the head. Every four capitals formed a battalion, led by a battalion, with a total of 450 men in each battalion, including low-ranking officers and civilian officers. Four battalions, forming a "standard", are led by a commander. Wen Tianxiang led himself as the commander of the Broken Army, and Zou Xun, the squire of the Ministry of War, and Zhang Tang, the leader of the People's Army, respectively served as the chief and deputy commanders of the first "standard".

There were also more than 400 soldiers who had been eliminated due to their age and physical condition, and Wen Tianxiang formed a separate baggage battalion and handed them over to the management of Xiao Zi, who was responsible for camping, provisions, and the large-scale ordnance production that was about to begin. As for those who refused to shave their hair, Wen Tianxiang did not embarrass them, gave them some dry food, and invited them to leave the team.

"I didn't expect that Master Wen would run with us", during the meal, Wang Laoshi had not recovered from the shock in the morning, and said in admiration, with a little admiration and emotion on the face he had just shaved.

"What is that, the queue in the morning, the arm strength exercise in the afternoon, I have seen the Prime Minister," said Miao Chun, who was sitting next to Wang Laoshi and sharing a stone stool with him, his eyes full of admiration.

"Stinky and obvious, I have also seen Lord Wen and the punished soldiers standing on the ground together", the captain Zhang Goudan glanced at Miao Chun with white eyeballs, and was angry about Miao Chun's remarks insulting the villagers in the morning.

Miao Chun didn't have the same knowledge as him, drank a mouthful of wild vegetable porridge, and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, don't be so hungry, and be the captain." I scolded you for your own good, and you will know when you go to the battlefield. Back then, under Gong Xin, he scolded people even harder. Besides, these are all training methods that Master Wen found out from the book of heaven, don't know what to do!"

"Book of Heaven, have you heard, Lord Wen has been in a coma for many days, and in his dream the immortal taught three volumes of the Book of Heaven, this training method, and Lord Xiao to do that thunder, all of which are said in the book", a veteran oil man came over with a bowl and lowered his voice to talk.

"I know, it's all a way to deal with the Tartars, otherwise, how can we call it the Broken Army", Miao Chun swallowed the last bite of vegetable porridge, and put on a rare and strange and well-informed demeanor. Pat your ass and trot to wash the bamboo dishes. The soldiers of the individual team have begun to assemble, and in front of the Minwang Stage, the temporary school yard came from the lame command of the team officers, "seed (left), right, "seed", "seed (left), right, "seed"!

The sound of horns and drums, the night is as cold as water, and the yawning soldiers, under the leadership of the officer, patrol the camp, set the watch, roll call, watch the night, and sing the watch.

The rooster crowed, the moon set, the sky gradually brightened, and the soldiers hurriedly climbed out of the tent, the whole team, the morning exercise. The generals lined up among the soldiers and stepped on the dirt slope of Baizhang Ridge together. On the side of the mountain road, the leaves of the trees have turned red and yellow, and they are slowly beginning to wither and fall with the wind. With the sunrise and sunset, the footsteps on the fallen leaves are becoming firmer day by day. The same group of people gradually appeared with different looks.

On the flagpole at the camp gate, the heads of deserters hung high, and the soldiers walked under the flagpole in a neat line, without a trace of pity on their faces.

The soldier holding the battle flag was a big man in his twenties, proudly holding his head and running at the front of the team, with firm and powerful steps. The mountain man who got up early to mow the grass for his livestock was rubbing his eyes, and the early morning sun illuminated the confusion on his face. Is this still Wen Jiajun? , more than a month, actually changing so fast? The hope of getting out of the mountains as soon as possible and returning to his hometown suddenly rose in the old man's heart, and he continued to mow the grass with a Minxiang tune. The scythe in his hand was bartered with the Wen Jiajun on the mountain, and it was much sharper and lighter than the one used in the original.

The moon stars were sparse, and the figures of several soldiers quickly disappeared into the grass. Bright whistles, dark whistles, mobile whistles, one post after another, flashing leopard-like eyes. Several night walkers tried to get close to the camp, and before they entered Baizhang Ridge, they were already discovered. After a few passes, it was discovered that the night walker who had been hiding was trying to escape, but within a few steps, he was chased by a bow and arrow and nailed to the edge of the woods.

The lights in the tent of the Chinese army are bright, the generals of all sizes sit in several rows on the horse za made of bamboo, and on the blackboard built of stones, Wen Tianxiang uses chalk as a pen to write and speak: "The shape of the guerrilla army, the sudden movement, avoiding the real and attacking the false, depending on the victory and the prosperity, the knot and the ground, and the four meridians", this is the classic tactic created by the Fenghou clan, which is suitable for the bad situation of the enemy and the enemy. Nowadays, there is a big gap between the Broken Army and the Northern Yuan Dynasty in terms of the number of soldiers and combat capability, so at this special stage, guerrilla warfare is the focus of our army's operations. Our principle is not to fight for the gains and losses of one city or one place, but to destroy the enemy's living forces in the movement! ”

Zhang Tang, the deputy commander of the first standard, widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide enough to fit into a fist. Every day, Prime Minister Wen in front of him can surprise everyone. Guerrilla warfare is a very new formulation, but those principles and methods are precisely in line with the actual situation of the current broken army.

"The key to guerrilla warfare is that the enemy advances and we retreat, that the enemy is stationed and disturbs us, that the enemy is tired and that we fight, and that we pursue the enemy when he retreats. To achieve this, our army must have a stronger marching ability than the Yuan army. In the case that most of the other side are cavalry and most of our army are infantry, the area where we are now," with Wen Tianxiang's gesture, the staff hung up a map, on which all the mountains and rivers in the Fujian region were marked. Wen Tianxiang nodded with his hand on the map and continued: "There are many mountains and many streams, which is inconvenient for the cavalry to deploy. The Mongols can only march with us on two legs, and once the two sides fight, I hope you can lead them around the mountain road in circles and ...... them", Wen Tianxiang wrote on the blackboard the classic description of the results of guerrilla warfare in later generations, "the fat drag the thin, the thin drag down, and the collapsed drag to death".

"Coax", the generals let out a burst of laughter, and buried themselves in the pen made of bamboo branches, eager to imprint every word in their hearts.

"Attack-based attacks are the basic form of guerrilla warfare. Therefore, the role of scouts is very important, and we must fully understand the enemy's situation in order to capture the ....... where the fighters are."

Liu Zijun, who was in charge of intelligence analysis and espionage prevention, looked grim and sat up straight.

"And the people nearby are the support for our survival and development, so that they know that we are different from the Yuan army, and even the original army of the Great Song Dynasty, so that they can gain their support and trust, and take the initiative to provide us with the information and military resources and ...... we need," Wen Tianxiang said slowly, instilling every tactical principle he could understand into his generals under his command. Compared with Zhang Hongfan, Da Chun, and Suo Du, who have experienced a hundred battles, the generals of the Broken Army have insufficient command ability and little experience in warfare. But what I have mastered is a new kind of strategic thinking. From the point of view of accepting this kind of thinking, the generals of the Broken Army had already started, and the Yuan Army did not know anything about it.

This is the harvest, Wen Tianxiang knows that he is accumulating the hope of the restoration of the Great Song Dynasty bit by bit. Put down the pen, walk into the middle of the generals, exchange views on the new tactics with them happily, and patiently answer questions that everyone does not understand.

He doesn't need a blind martial artist, he needs a general who is in charge alone. He hoped that in time, every soldier who walked out on Baizhang Ridge could become a spark.

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