Option 5

Option 5

"Prime Minister, there are a few captured enemy generals who want to see you, and if they don't ask you a few words, they won't blink a blind eye." There was a sudden commotion outside the hall of the Chinese army, interrupting Wen Tianxiang's thinking about the situation, and a soldier rushed in a panic to report, his face was more anxious than if he had lost the battle.

"Oh, that's it", Wen Tianxiang raised his head, straightened his clothes, and strode out of the Shaowu Military Mansion, which was temporarily used as the Zhongjun Palace. In the first battle of Shao Wu, the army of the Breakers received much-needed mineral deposits and supplies, and at the same time, they also received a large number of prisoners. Tens of thousands, far more than the total number of the Broken Army.

The sun at the end of winter was a little dazzling, and under the cold north wind, more than 10,000 captives were crowded on the school field in the dark, waiting for their unknown fate. There was an unconcealable horror and despair on the dirty faces.

Huang Quji's head hung on a high pole not far away, and his face was washed with lime water, and his painful expression didn't know if he was regretting his mistakes back then.

Several of the officers who had taken the lead in the disturbance had been tied, and the executioner pressed them on the shoulders. Du Hu, the commander of the second standard of the Broken Army, stood in front of the team, apparently planning to cut down these officers to show the public. Several of the generals of the Captive Army rubbed their fists, ready to lead people into the captives and slaughter.

"General Du, leave people under the knife for the time being", Liu Zijun saw Wen Tianxiang coming from a distance, and shouted in a low voice, stopping Du Hu's further actions.

"I know, wait until the adults reprimand them, let them die convincingly", Du Hu agreed, and coldly flashed his body to the side. At that time, the Northern Yuan sent Wen Tianxiang's old subordinate Wu Jun to persuade him to surrender, and before he was killed, he was also full of grievances, but Wen Tianxiang asked with the righteousness of the monarch and ministers, and Wu Jun had to die in tears.

Du Hu was ruthless, so Wen Tianxiang sent him to give Huang Quji the final blow. In order not to leave a way for Huang Quji to live, lest after meeting, he would be soft-hearted for a while and moved his old feelings. The difficult situation forced Wen Tianxiang to become colder day by day.

But the prisoners of war on the school field were different from Huang Quji, and most of them were local villagers in Fujian. When he was taken by the coach to surrender to the Mongols, he was somewhat forced to be helpless. Moreover, in Wen Tianxiang's memory, the Eighth Route Army could easily transform the puppet army into its own warriors and continue to grow and develop in the war.

"Prime Minister, you have to get an idea as soon as possible on what to do with these people. There are more of them than our Broken Army, and if they are released, they will inevitably gather in the Whistling Mountains and Forests and harm the place. Keep it, I'm afraid this generation will be tiring on the battlefield"! Zou Xun, the squire of the military department, stepped forward and suggested in a low voice. He did not advocate killing and surrendering, but he also did not advocate absorbing these people into the army. This represented the opinion of the majority of the generals of the Broken Army, and in their hearts, one hundred and twenty looked down on the new annexed army that had opened up for the Mongols.

"Let these shitties go away, keep them for nothing, start a fight, escape faster than the charge, and kill prisoners, ominous," Wen Tianxiang's teacher Chen Longfu said compassionately. He is a great Confucian in the world, and he has more compassion than others. It's just that this cheap mercy is more uncomfortable to hear in the ears of the captives than to slap people.

Hearing that the opponent despised himself so much, Zhang Yuan, the commander of the thousand soldiers who was pressed to the ground, struggled to stand up and shouted loudly: "You and I are our own masters, and if you lose in your hands today, you will be killed." Why do you insult us before you die, that's not the work of heroes"?

As soon as his words fell, there was an angry rebuke. Zhang Tang, the deputy commander of the first standard, rushed to Zhang Yuan, grabbed his neck and scolded, "Recognize the thief as the father's house slave, who is your master, your grandmother's, your ancestors are Mongolians, or Song people"?

"I followed the emperor to descend the Great Yuan, and the Great Yuan is naturally my lord. The emperor has descended, the queen mother has descended, and the prime minister has also descended, I am a ringing horse, and I have never eaten the Lu rice of the imperial court, so I naturally descended, what is wrong with this"! After all, he had been a bandit, and the commander Zhang Yuan was not afraid, and straightened his neck to argue for his actions.

Hearing his words, several officers who were pressed to the ground and some soldiers on the school field made a noise at the same time, probably because they felt that they had no way to live, but they let go out and pretended to be heroes before they died.

"The emperor has descended, the queen mother has descended, and we have naturally descended to ......."

"Song Chaoqi is exhausted, why should we send him to death"?

"Yes, each according to his own master, no one should pretend to be a hero...".

The noise was accompanied by the cry, which made people feel irritable when they heard it. The soldiers of the Broken Army who were in charge of guarding the prisoners drew their swords and surrounded them, and when Wen Tianxiang gave an order, they were about to rush in and make an example.

"Lord Wen, the last general Li Xing is polite", a familiar greeting suddenly came from the captive pile. A low-level general in blood-stained iron armor stood up and saluted Wen Tianxiang with a fist.

"Is it General Li, who led three hundred heroes to fight the Tartars at night and entered and exited the enemy line twice?" Wen Tianxiang pretended to be surprised and asked, with a bit of sarcasm on his thin face. Li Xing was once the king of the army and one of the heroes who participated in the defense of Lin'an. From the information sent back by Chen Zijing, Wen Tianxiang already knew that Li Xing was working under Huang Quji. After the city was broken, I kept an eye on his whereabouts, but I didn't expect him to hide in the captive pile.

Hearing that the old man mentioned his achievements in fighting against the Northern Yuan Dynasty back then, Li Xing was so ashamed that his old face turned red, separated the crowd, walked in front of the captured officers, and said loudly: "I am defeated at the hands of adults, and life and death are naturally the words of adults." But these soldiers are led by us, and their sins do not lead to death. ”

"I know this", Wen Tianxiang nodded, whether it was on the battlefield of resistance against Mongolia or today, Li Xing's performance made him very interested.

This man was a little bold. Zhang Tang didn't expect that there could be a figure like Li Xing in the captive pile, so he nodded with interest, his eyes looked up and down, just like evaluating a cargo, estimating the value of the other party.

"Then before Li died, I wanted to ask the adults a clear word." Li Xing once again hugged his fists in thanks, and took the initiative to walk under the executioner's knife. Killing generals and leaving soldiers is the practice of the two armies fighting, and he knows that he will not escape death today, so he simply wants to be happy. "The queen mother has descended, the imperial court has descended, and there are countless generals from all over the country who have asked for surrender. Those high-ranking officials, famous Confucians, and the descendants of the Confucian family have long been canonized by Dayuan. They can descend, why can't we wait for the grass people? Li was born in the rivers and lakes, he has never eaten the food of the Zhao family, and he is a great generation, don't use the righteousness of the monarch and the minister to fool the person who is about to die"!

The noise was suddenly suppressed by Li Xing's questioning, and more than 10,000 pairs of eyes looked at Wen Tianxiang, including the generals of the Broken Army, all expecting an answer.

Many of them fight, but they don't know why. The chaotic situation is confusing, and the bleak future makes people hopeless. If it weren't for Wen Tianxiang's support, many people would have dispersed a long time ago and allowed this country to change dynasties.

"This?" Wen Tianxiang hesitated for a moment, feeling that his cheeks were hot. He is also a celebrity of science, who teaches the people with loyalty and filial piety, and is preaching the righteousness of kings and ministers to Kublai Khan's courtiers in the court. Now Li Xing's question is not unreasonable, since ancient times, in terms of the righteousness of monarchs and ministers, each imperial court has very high requirements for grass people, and too low requirements for officials and celebrities.

Whenever he thought of this, Wen Tianxiang felt that it was a humiliation, not only to science, but also to Chinese civilization. Wen Zhong's memory did not give him answers to these questions. What he has learned cannot accept the thinking of Wenzhong's world unity. In the debate between memory and reality, he always insisted that he was a Song man first, and then talked about academic schools.

"I don't know if the Mandate of Heaven of the Great Song Dynasty is there, but my fortune in China will always be there", Wen Tianxiang suddenly straightened his emaciated body, and said loudly into more than 10,000 pairs of eyes, and in an instant, a few words roared out from the bottom of his heart, echoing over the school field, "I know, the imperial court has surrendered, Confucianism has descended, and there are countless officials who have eaten the imperial court, and you have countless reasons to surrender." But Wen had the courage to ask everyone, are you still men? Seeing that your home was burned, the woman was robbed, and the child was killed, but you were helping the murderer to wave the flag and shout, don't you live a bad life"?

No one expected that such a big truth would come out of the mouth of the prime minister. Thinking of their homeland after being trampled by the Mongol iron cavalry, thinking of their fathers and villagers who died at the hands of the Tartars, many soldiers of the Broken Army bowed their heads sadly. In the square, the noise of the captives was interrupted at once, and everyone was stunned, not knowing how to respond to Wen Tianxiang's question.

"Is it okay not to fight for the court and for the dignity of a man?"

No one had ever asked them that. The officer who led the team said that the Mongols were invincible in the world, and the Great Song Dynasty was exhausted, so they had enough reasons to change their allegiance to their masters. Anyway, it is very normal to change dynasties, Qin, Han, Sui, Tang, which dynasty can stand for a thousand years?

"You haven't eaten the rice of the official family, and the court has not cared about your life or death except for collecting taxes from your heads, so the rise and fall of the Great Song Dynasty has nothing to do with you. That's true, and it makes sense. But what about the rise and fall of China, the wealth and civilization accumulated by our ancestors over thousands of years? What about your own home, your woman, and your children? ”

"The court has descended, but our homeland is still there. Confucianism has fallen, but the civilization of the ages is still there. A civilization will never die because of the demise of an idea......." Wen Tianxiang said loudly, no matter whether the soldiers in front of him could understand or not, Wen Tianxiang couldn't tell which part of the words came from another world Wen Zhong and which part belonged to himself. But these thoughts, after days and nights on Baizhang Ridge, have been deeply integrated with Wen Tianxiang's own thinking. Today, I was stimulated by Li Xing and others, and it burst out freely. is much happier than those monarchs and ministers, and the poems are much happier.

"Wen Mou is not the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty today, but only tells you as a common man in the south of the Yangtze River that Wen Mou and the thousands of brothers behind him, the bloody battle, has never been for the official family of the Great Song Dynasty, what we guard is the civilization of China, and the dignity of not being a dog for the Tartars"!

On the silent school ground, Wen Tianxiang's hoarse but loud words echoed. Everyone was stunned, including Du Hu and Zou Xun, who had been following Wen Tianxiang's side. After a while, a captive officer came back to his senses and asked blankly, "Say that we treat the Tartars as dogs, and the officials of the Great Song Dynasty don't use us as dogs"?

"Then are you willing to join the Broken Army, maintain the power of a man not to be a dog, and not to be a dog to anyone", Wen Tianxiang stared into the eyes of the interrogator, asking frankly and seriously.

"You're going to let me go, let me join," the commander Zhang Yuan asked in surprise, he couldn't believe his ears.

The few captured officers who were pressed to the ground struggled for a moment, straightened up, and looked at Wen Tianxiang expectantly, waiting for the fateful answer.

"The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband. If you want to do your part for Huaxia, Wen has no power to stop you. It's not you, it's you, if you want to join, go and reorganize your own parts, and start tomorrow to receive training from the Broken Army, and let them teach you how to fight and how to be a man", Wen Tianxiang replied with a smile, shouting for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Prime Minister..."Chen Longfu and Liu Zijun shouted at the same time, wanting to say something to stop it, absorbing so many new annexed troops at once, the combat effectiveness of the team will definitely drop a lot in a short period of time. Provisions, blade equipment, and the infiltration of the Yuan army's spies will be aggravated.

"I believe in them, no one is born willing to be a slave", Wen Tianxiang smiled and interrupted Chen Longfu and Liu Zijun's suggestion. turned around and said to Du Hu who was in a daze, "Untie them, and let them go if they are willing to go." Those who stay will be you and Zhang Tang's subordinates from tomorrow onwards, and you will be responsible for teaching them, and in three months, I will see a different army here."

"The last general will obey the order", Zhang Tang and Du Hu raised their hands and saluted, and their hearts were full of excitement.

"Yes", Chen Longfu and Liu Zijun agreed, and communicated with each other with suspicious eyes. What Wen Tianxiang said today is not the same as the scientific justice they insist on. But you can't accuse those words of being wrong.

"The world, the country, the family", Xiao Mingzhe held his forehead and repeated in a low voice. He didn't quite understand the difference between these concepts, but he vaguely thought that what Wen Tianxiang said was correct. Protecting the court of the Great Song Dynasty was the duty of the civil and military generals, who had received the emperor's benefactor, although few of them were willing to take on this responsibility. And protecting the Chinese civilization is the innate duty of everyone in this land.

Because you were born in this land and absorbed the culture of this land. It is both an accepter and a inheritor.

"Xiao Zi, you come with me, it's the New Year soon, we have to do something", Wen Tianxiang no longer paid attention to the startled noise on the playground, and walked back to the Zhongjun Hall with Xiao Zi. Li Xing's questioning reminded him today that now, what he needs is not only one victory after another, but also a struggle to win the hearts and minds of the people with Rulin, who surrendered to the Northern Yuan.

And those corrupt Confucians are best at fabricating a Mandate of Heaven theory to justify their traitorous behavior. The Great Song Dynasty called himself Huode, and soon, with the assistance of the Confucians, Kublai Khan would claim to be a water virtue. And cite scriptures to find countless far-fetched evidence to prove that the Mongols are the Chinese Zhengshuo.

This kind of theory of the death of the country and the theory of the reincarnation of the five virtues that fooled people dealt a blow to the resistance forces of the Great Song Dynasty no less than that of the Mongolian iron cavalry. In the newly annexed army, there were captives just now shouting that the Song Dynasty was exhausted.

In Wen Zhong's memory, Yashan fought and Song died. Nearly 100,000 scholars were martyred at sea. Historians often ask in surprise why these people did not dare to fight the Mongols with swords since they were not afraid of death.

The answer lies in the shouts of the captives today, and the accusations against the court and the scholarly class contain more despair for a civilization. I am afraid that the belief in Chinese civilization in the hearts of those scholars who threw themselves into the sea has long since dissipated with the defeat of the imperial court, and once the little emperor dies, they can only use their lives to protest against the unfairness of the Mandate of Heaven. Now there is still more than a year before the Battle of Yashan, no matter whether that war happens in the future or not, and what the outcome is, Wen Tianxiang must prepare early to avoid the recurrence of the tragedy.

If it is compared to pretending to be a god and playing ghosts, with the knowledge in his memory, Wen Tianxiang does not think that he is worse than those great Confucians. The great Confucians are good at making up something unverifiable. And in his memory, there are many things that have been made, which are miracles. People are definitely more interested in what they can see with their own eyes than in your reincarnation theory.

After absorbing fresh blood, the Broken Army needs to be integrated and trained. And the war with the Northern Yuan Empire was by no means limited to the battlefield.

On the Shangyuan Festival, the land after being trampled by the iron hooves of the Mongols is extraordinarily quiet. In the land south of the Yangtze River, the pleasant sound of firecrackers can no longer be heard, and there are no lights shining everywhere in previous years. In the light market that used to be "swept into the red lotus ten-mile wind", there were only a few points of phosphorescence flickering at the foot of the street. When the wind blows, it "flutters" to the ground, and then it is extinguished, and no trace can be found.

"Daddy, why don't you hold a light market this year," a short boy who walked at night with a lantern asked sadly, supporting his drunken old father. is not yet at the age of understanding national hatred and family hatred, and in the hearts of young people, there are only memories of the lively scenery of previous years.

"Fight, fight. Besides, putting on the lights, yes, it's the habit of our Da Song Dynasty", the old father, who was already drunk, replied with a sigh. Looks like a reader,

"When will there be no war"? The young man asked unrelentingly.

"I don't know," said the father, desolately. No more war means that not only is the world peaceful, but more often than not, the last bit of resistance of the Great Song Dynasty has been extinguished, which is a scene he would rather die of drunk than see.

"Dad, look, someone put the lamp," the young man suddenly pulled the corner of his father's coat and pointed to the sky.

"Where, nonsense, who is so lacking in heart and liver", the drunken father did not believe it, raised his head, and just happened to see a group of bright lanterns, stars flying from the night sky.

"Kong Ming lantern, who has such a great ability, it is my eyes are spent", the drunk man rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked again, and found that more empty lanterns flew from the sky, along the spring breeze that had just risen, to the north, and then to the north.

A Kong Ming lantern that burned out the candles inside fell from mid-air and was picked up by the drunk. With the help of the paper lantern carried by the young man, the drunkard read the Book of Song on the wall of the lamp, "Expelling the Tartars and restoring China."

The drunkard was so frightened that the Kong Ming lantern in his hand fell to the ground, and when he saw that there was no one around, he carefully picked it up again. The alcohol in his mind was all frightened, and his eyes turned to the other side of the lamp wall, and he saw a folk song, "Ninety-nine with a steel knife, kill all the Hu'er before stopping......".

The drunkard wiped the Kong Ming lantern with his sleeve and carefully took it into his arms.

That night, wonderful lights appeared in the sky over Tingzhou, Jianchang, Fuzhou, Ganzhou, and countless cities bordering Fujian Road. The people who picked up the lantern ran to tell each other, some people said that it was the Kong Ming lantern, but some people said that the gods were unwilling to have no Shangyuan Festival in the world, and the fire was deliberately sprinkled.

On Qitai Mountain, Wen Tianxiang personally lit the largest lantern made by Xiao Zi and others. The lantern made of silk cloth was heated, dragging a piece of yellow satin, and staggered into the air.

On the yellow satin more than three feet long, there are several big characters written by Wen Tianxiang himself, "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves." This was the most wonderful sentence he had ever read in Wen Zhong's memory.

Fixed a few typos, thanks to Brother D**id.

(The end of the first volume of the sunset volume)

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