Dusk two

Night fell, a few bits of blue ghost fire fluttered in the wind, and there was a low choking in the distance, and I couldn't tell whether it was someone crying or the earth was **.

"Oh, ah, I drove through the plains, and saw a flower blooming in the wind, and on the bluestone slab beside the stream, the vermilion fruit exuded a fragrance. Sister, you can't eat greedily, otherwise you won't be able to enter my felt tent...". The Mongolian long tune that has been passed down from generation to generation on the Mobei grassland sounded in the alleys of the ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River, looking so nondescript. The Mongol warriors demolished the houses of the Nanren, crushed the carved wood, and lit bonfires. Dance around the fire and play songs. (Note 1)

Their exploits are indeed worth celebrating, although they failed to capture Wen Tianxiang alive as they wished, but they captured the wives and children of the soldiers of the Ministry of Literature, and with these hostages, it was enough to shake Wen Tianxiang's military heart.

Moreover, following the report of the deserters who came from the mountains, after the battle of the empty pit, Wen Tianxiang was shocked and angry, and he lost his mind. At present, the resisters on Jiangnan West Road are leaderless and are on the verge of collapse.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Mongols, turn all the places where the sun shines into pastures," shouted a drunken Mongolian warrior, touching his companions with a leather bag in his hand, and drinking the mare's milk wine inside. He grabbed a girl whose clothes were torn to tatters, opened her big mouth full of yellow teeth and gnawed down.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Mongols", several new annexed troops (the title of the surrendered soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty in the military system of the Yuan Dynasty) couldn't help but cheer, and the corner of their eyes carefully swept to the dark corners of the city. These renegades are apprehensive, and they always feel that there are countless pairs of eyes watching them in the corner.

Looking at the demolished carved beams and paintings, and looking at the Mongolians holding spirits and singing happily with women in front of them, the soldiers of the new annexed army felt very uncomfortable in their hearts. But if you don't surrender, what can you do? The emperor has descended, and now he is happily being his Duke of Yingguo in Dadu. Empress Dowager Xie has descended, and now she is the lady of Shouchun County in the Northern Yuan. The prime minister was lowered, and a large number of sage books and catchy scripture envoys actually entered the Yuan Dynasty as officials, laughing so much that the Yuan lord Kublai Khan covered his nose every day. Garrisoned in Jianghuai, fought with the Mongols for so many years, and the old general Xia Gui, who was over eighty years old, also surrendered, leaving a joke that "if you only live seventy-nine, you should be on the list of loyal ministers". General Zhang Shijie and Dr. Chen of the Xing Dynasty had no intention of organizing resistance at all, and fantasized about a dignified surrender every day, in exchange for a peaceful night. Prime Minister Wen, the only one who insisted on resisting, is said to have gone crazy again. There was no hope for the imperial court, and everyone surrendered at this moment, just one step ahead of Dr. Chen

On summer nights, it's a little hot around the campfire. In order to dispel the humidity in the south, a few Tanma Red Army (non-Mongolian warriors in the Yuan army, Khitan, Dangxiang and the Western Regions) went out for a circle, hugged a pile of flammable but not so energetic "firewood and grass" and threw them into the fire. The bonfire instantly rose several feet, the statue of the saint and the bamboo carved classics burned in the fire, and in the dark night, the accumulation of thousands of years of civilization turned into a wisp of smoke.

The smoke was blown by the wind and drifted all the way south. Slowly faded and dissolved into the dense jungle of the Great Wuyi Mountains. The night breeze in Wuyi Mountain was a little cool, and on Baizhang Mountain, the generals of the Song Army gathered together were anxiously discussing and discussing the next move.

After the empty pit soldiers were defeated, everyone fled separately and died for life. I heard that Prime Minister Wen's subordinates gathered in the Wuyi Mountains and came to defect after all the hardships, but I didn't expect to see such a desperate result. Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang, who everyone followed wholeheartedly, went crazy and no longer asked about military affairs. When he was sober, he drew some chaotic figures, and when he was confused, he grabbed his subordinates and asked "who am I" one by one.

This time, the Northern Yuan soldiers went south, and the first goal was to raze the Wen Tianxiang Department. Although in the Great Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang was only a nominal prime minister with no real power, and he led a partial division. But in the eyes of the enemy and Wen Tianxiang's generals, they don't see it that way, everyone knows that in such a southern Gannan area, so many hot-blooded men are willing to die, what is it for. What they value is by no means the vacant positions assigned by the Great Song Dynasty to fly all over the place. The one who gathered tens of thousands of soldiers together was Wen Tianxiang, the madman in the account now.

The Northern Yuan Dynasty right Cheng Dachun to Kublai Khan said clearly in the Pingnan policy, "If you want to destroy the remnants of the Song Dynasty, you must first destroy Wen Tianxiang. ”

"Is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, Guiqing, you tell me, tell me", Wen Tianxiang muttered, as if he was talking to his generals, and as if he was talking to himself. In front of him and behind him, there were piles of hard-won papers, and on every page, there were drawings that no one understood, marked with zigzag numbers, straight lines. On some papers, there are also some rebellious language, as well as the comments and criticisms of these remarks by Wen Cheng when he was sober. I didn't know what Wen Tianxiang, who was criticizing himself and fighting with himself, was doing, but everyone could see his inner struggle and pain.

This pain has obviously exceeded Wen Tianxiang's ability to bear. Sent to the Northern Yuan, died in the rivers and lakes, and wandered between life and death countless times, but Wen Tianxiang did not go crazy. Now, what kind of pressure has knocked down this scholar who has supported the broken country!

"You are Wen Tianxiang, the right prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, and the people of the entire Great Song Dynasty are looking forward to your cheering up again, Prime Minister, wake up, Prime Minister." Du Hu, the staff officer of the governor's mansion, desperately shook Wen Tianxiang with his cloak scattered, and tears couldn't help but flow. It has been ten days since the defeat of the empty pit, and in the past ten days, Lord Wen has not cared about military affairs and internal affairs. If this continued, the team dispersed. Some of the generals had already proposed to retreat south, retreat to the area of Xunzhou (Guangdong) for repairs, and then join the imperial court.

"Maybe Zong Bai hit him too hard, otherwise, let's carry Master Wen to the court and find Lord Chen for treatment." The scribe Xiao Zi discussed with everyone in an extremely uncertain tone, among the generals, he was the youngest, and he had always treated Wen Tianxiang with the courtesy of his father. Under too much concern, he was in a mess and did not choose to speak.

The Hunan solicitation standing opposite him made Wu Xizheng snort in dissatisfaction and turned to walk away. Looking for Chen Yizhong to treat Wen Tianxiang is simply a fool's dream. The Xing Dynasty will not welcome Wen Tianxiang back, even if he is already a wasted person. In order to gain bargaining chips with the Yuan Dynasty, Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang was originally an outcast placed by the imperial court. The more decisive the Wen army is, the faster it will be betrayed. The counteroffensive on the Jiangnan West Road has not been seen yet, from beginning to end, the imperial court claims to have hundreds of thousands of troops, how can it send any support.

This is the current situation of the Great Song Dynasty, no wonder Wu Xizao was cold, when he gave up his family to defend the country, and scattered the wealth of Wanguan to King Qin, in exchange for an empty title of Hunan envoy. There is no food, no salary, and no aid, so how can he, the negotiator, lead the troops to recover Hunan, which has been in the pocket of the Northern Yuan? Not only is this the case for Wu Xizao's department, but the imperial court is not on guard against the righteous army who are dedicated to the country, and it is more important than the defense of the Tartars? If the imperial court was willing to send troops to respond to the battle of Jiangnan West Road, would the rebel army have been defeated so badly?

Looking at the demented Prime Minister Wen, the generals' hearts became colder and colder. Right Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang is the only minister who is the main battle and dares to fight with the Northern Yuan. At the same time, it is also a banner that unites heroes from all walks of life. He went, and the national fortunes of the Great Song Dynasty ended here.

"It's a pity that Zong Bai gave his life in vain", someone shook his head and sighed, feeling worthless for the death of the prison army Zhao Shixian. Zongbai is the word of Zhao Shisheng. He was originally a child of the royal family and joined the army to save the country. In the first battle of the empty pit, he was captured for pretending to be Wen Tianxiang and covering the evacuation of everyone. After being captured by the Yuan army, relying on the fake identity of the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Shisheng pointed out many captured heroes as the people who were caught in the rebellious army, and ridiculed Li Heng for killing the people and risking their merits. was so ashamed that Li Heng was forced to release people, saving many people's lives.

When the fake identity was exposed, Zhao Shisheng refused to surrender and was killed. to death, it is said that there is a mockery of the enemy in his eyes.

If the Great Song Dynasty clan is like Zongbai, where did it come from. Lu Ling Haojie Liu Zijun shook his head, and a bit of mockery flashed on his pale face. The imperial court is too disappointing, and everyone is here for Lord Wen's enthusiasm. Since Master Wen is crazy, let's go to sea as soon as possible, so as not to stay here and be a group of fourth-class slaves.

God, do you really want the Great Song Dynasty to perish? Chen Zi admired the sky and sighed, and a little heroic tears were sprinkled on his dirty robe. In the past few days, he tried his best, hoping to save Wen Tianxiang from recovery, using needle stones, herbs, and even the human-shaped shou wu offered by the people, but he did not receive any effect.

If God had eyes, he Chen Zijing would rather go crazy himself and return to Wen Tianxiang's sobriety. The Great Song Dynasty can do without Chen Zijing, but it can't do without Wen Tianxiang. There is no Chen Zijing, but there is a lack of a fake monk who can't fight and can only pretend to be a ghost. Without Wen Tianxiang, who will order Tianxiang to wash away all the bloody flesh?

"It's hard to be the prime minister, who would have thought that the despicable Xixia dog Li Heng would copy our old camp first. His wife and children were lost at the hands of the enemy, who to ask, don't be in a hurry", the speaker was Zhang Tang, a native of Tanzhou, who was a big local household. Wen Tianxiang attacked Ganzhou, and Zhang Tang recruited a righteous army to vote. This time the army was defeated, and all the righteous armies were scattered, but the thousands of people under his command survived by relying on their familiarity with the terrain.

All the generals nodded one after another, and that day, they saw Wen Tianxiang's wife and children rolling in the mud and blood, and the sound of the children's reading was still in their ears.

"Maybe this is the main reason for the prime minister's disappointment, poor Lord Wen, maybe he will be happier if he doesn't wake up"? There are people who talk in despair. The implication has been clearly expressed, since there is no strength to return to the sky, everyone should go their own way. Find a remote mountain temple, settle Wen Tianxiang under the pseudonym, and let him live this life in his dreams, better than waking up one day and seeing the demise of the Great Song Dynasty with his own eyes.

"The prime minister is determined and will never forget his country because of losing his home"? Du Hu shook his head and rejected everyone's inference. Since the first time he went to Mongolia, he has followed Wen Tianxiang's side. witnessed the tenacity of this scholar prime minister, on the way to escape from the Mongolian camp, he was intercepted and killed by the Mongols for a while, and was chased by the Song people who did not know the truth as a traitor for a while, and more than ten disasters failed to make Wen Tianxiang crazy. Du Hu didn't believe that the loss of his wife and children would defeat the iron-clad tough guy.

"Is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, who told me, who told me", under the oil lamp, Wen Tianxiang hugged his head in pain, and cold sweat rolled down from his pale hair.

"Here we go again", everyone looked at each other, who can answer this question since ancient times. Even Chen Longfu, the prime minister's teacher, could only sigh and complain about the disrespect of fate.

"Prime Minister, no matter which one you dream of, when you are Zhuang Zhou, you have to be Zhuang Zhou seriously, and when you are a butterfly, you have to be happy to be a butterfly, what do you care so much." Du Hu shouted at Wen Tianxiang unwillingly, and his desolate voice echoed in the valley.

"yes, what do I care so much for"? Wen Tianxiang muttered, as if he was drinking, and suddenly, raised his pale and haggard face.

"The prime minister is awake", when did the Jiangxi criminal officer dressed as a Taoist priest rush into the tent, and in addition to being excited, the Taoist robe that had been torn by trekking through mountains and rivers for a few days snorted and split in half from his back.

"I'm not crazy in the first place, I've listened to their conversations these days", Wen Tianxiang cracked his blistered lips, and his cloudy gaze gradually cleared, sweeping towards the faces of the people who poured into the tent one by one. The generals stood up straight, with ecstatic expressions on their faces.

"Zijing, when are you all here, and what are the remaining soldiers and horses from all walks of life"?

"This, please punish the prime minister", when he knelt down with Chen Zijing's "puff pass", they were ordered by General Wen Tianxiang to lead a people's army (local troops at the end of the Song Dynasty and the anti-Yuan righteous army) to attack Jiangxi provinces. Under the blow of Li Heng's department, the two were defeated one after another. One made up as a monk, the other made up as a Taoist priest, and fled alone. As for the soldiers and horses under his command, they have already become sacrifices in Li Heng's merit book, and there is still half of it left.

It's over, the prime minister will definitely go crazy when he is hit like this by them. Xiao Mingzhe glared at Chen Zijing fiercely, and scolded in his heart, "You two guys, you won't tell a lie and perfunctory the patient."

The tent was instantly quiet, and even the rhythm of Lin Tao outside the tent could be heard. Contrary to everyone's expectations, Wen Tianxiang seemed to have known such a result, sighed, and stretched out his hand to hug each other. "Get up, it's not your fault, I shouldn't have divided my forces at that time."

I shouldn't have divided the troops, Wen Tianxiang repeated quietly, with infinite regret in his voice. The huge Ganzhou counterattack seemed to be over like this, and the 100,000 army, under the blow of 400,000 soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty, was like an epiphany at midnight, just blooming, and then withered in a hurry. As recorded in the history books in the dream, this was the last counterattack of the Song Dynasty against the Yuan Dynasty, and the momentum was huge, but the result was like the return of a dying patient.

In fact, Wen Tianxiang has long been sober. Zhao Shixian knocked on the back of his head, and pinched it very measuredly. It's just that he can't tell whether the dream he had in his coma really exists.

Wen Tianxiang couldn't help but go crazy, because that dream was too real and too painful, and it had exceeded the limit of what he could bear.

It was an old dream on the Sansheng Stone. In the dream, Wen Tianxiang found that he had returned to his youth, changed his name, Wen Zhong, wore strange clothes, and lived in a strange country. There, poorer than the Great Song Dynasty, and as weak as the Great Song Dynasty. When foreign enemies invaded, the government lost three pieces of land in the northeast in a daze, and hundreds of thousands of troops did not make any resistance.

In the dream, Wen Zhong studied at a higher education institution similar to Taixue, and strangely enough, that school did not teach the six arts, but taught some miscellaneous studies such as astronomy, geography, gewu, and manufacturing. When he was twenty-four years old, as in the situation of the Great Song Dynasty, the Japanese invaders, who had already cut off the northeast from the imperial court, attacked his homeland again. burning, killing and looting, and doing more than the Mongols.

On November 11, 1941, the 36th Division of the Japanese invaders joined the 4th and 6th Mixed Brigades with more than 7,000 people to attack the cave, and his hidden location was lost.

Wen Tianxiang remembered that at the last moment, he pulled something called a grenade. He even vividly remembered the stunned eyes of the "devils" who were around him and tried to capture him alive.

Before the disaster, Wen Zhong chanted a poem that was said to have been written by Wen Tianxiang, "Who has not died in life since ancient times, and left Dan to take care of his sweat."

Then, he woke up and found himself being carried up to Wuyi Mountain by his subordinates. Then, he went crazy.

Was it Wen Tianxiang who dreamed of Wen Zhong, or Wen Zhong who dreamed of Wen Tianxiang. Wen Tianxiang couldn't figure it out, and the memory in the dream told him that there was a history clearly written that Wen Tianxiang, the right prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, was defeated again a year after the Battle of the Empty Pit, and the Great Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Mongols.

Then, the Jianzhou Jurchen rose again, the Ming extinguished, Yangzhou ten days, and Jiading three slaughters. For more than 200 years, the Han people dragged long braids on the back of their heads, and they called themselves slaves.

Then, there is the Republic of China, which has a country but no people. Then, the Japanese invaded, and the dream self threw his pen from Rong, and regarded Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty as an idol.

In the pen of the traitorous literati of Wang's puppet regime, Wen Tianxiang is a fool who does not know the current affairs, a nerd who sells his reputation and reputation, and a sinner who tries to split the motherland. Genghis Khan, Kublai Khan and others were great heroes, although they slaughtered 60 million people in the north and destroyed one civilization after another.

From Wenzhong's point of view, Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan represented the Mongolian landlord class, who colluded with the Han landlord class to plunder the toiling masses of the world.

Anyway, everything he did had nothing to do with the Great Song Dynasty, and it had nothing to do with the people of Jiangnan. He is just the golden dart Huang Tianba on the stage, in the pen of the literati, sometimes he is a model of loyalty and righteousness, and sometimes he is a traitor and a traitor. Anyway, he is dead, and the merits and crimes are left to future generations to comment.

What is Wen Tianxiang trying to defend, is it just the face and integrity of a scholar. For several days, Wen Tianxiang asked hard, but no one could tell him the correct answer.

If he was still the former Wen Tianxiang, he knew that he would persist in resisting until the end of his life.

If he is still Wenzhong, he will persist in the War of Resistance, and then be a firm and strong **, liberate the Great Song Dynasty, liberate the Northern Yuan, liberate the toiling masses all over the world, and dedicate his life to the greatest unemployment of mankind.

However, he couldn't tell which was a dream and which was a reality. In my memory, the poems I learned when I was young, the books of the sages I read, and the unfinished manuscripts are all there. In front of him, although the generals were haggard, their temper and temperament were clear to Wen Tianxiang.

However, in my memory, those revolutionary theories, military theories, and weapons knowledge are just as clear, and they pop up from time to time, mixing up with Zi Yue's poems.

These days, Wen Tianxiang has been drawing, drawing those weird weapon drawings. I have been writing, writing about my training experience from a scholar to a soldier in the Eighth Route Army. has been fighting, fighting with himself, sometimes as Wen Zhong, refuting the decay in Wen Tianxiang's heart. Sometimes as Wen Tianxiang, he refuted Wen Zhong's rebellion.

More often, he was looking forward to it, expecting that he was Wen Zhong, dreaming, and after waking up from the dream, he could return to the Yellow Cliff Cave and fight with those companions again.

However, he did not wake up. The pain of biting his finger several times told Wen Tianxiang that at this moment, it was real, and the so-called Republic of China, Huangya Cave, was just a dream.

If the dream is absurd, but the things in the dream are remembered in Wen Tianxiang's heart, and he can't forget it at all. Including the people in the dream, those books that have been read in the dream.

If the dream is real, then how will he deal with the dilemma in front of him. There are less than two years left in the Great Song Dynasty, and these heroes are about to fall under the butcher's knives of Mongolian warriors one after another. If this is the fate arranged by God, why, why did you cruelly tell Wen Tianxiang in advance, and let me watch the Great Song Dynasty walk towards Yashan and into the sea of blood.

It wasn't a dream, it was a memory from another world, accidentally lost and burrowed into my brain. I don't know how many days passed, Wen Tianxiang finally relied on the knowledge in Wen Zhong's memory to solve this mystery, and when he raised his head, he just heard Du Hu's snort.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, no matter how painful and confused he wakes up, at least, in his dreams, butterflies are free and can soar between heaven and earth.

It doesn't matter if Wen Tianxiang dreamed of Wen Zhong, or Wen Zhong dreamed of Wen Tianxiang. God let me have this experience, maybe he has his own deep meaning. Wen Tianxiang thought with a smile that the soldiers in front of him were still eagerly looking forward to regrouping and restoring the old mountains and rivers.

With these eager glances, it is enough. As for that ridiculous history book, is it really unchangeable? After all, history is written by people.

Note: Vermilion fruit is a legend of many northern nomads, the girl who eats the vermilion fruit will have children out of wedlock, and the son born is a big hero.

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